Why laugh when they fall asleep drunk on the sand

I find you alone under falling petals.   Wang Changling IN HER QUIET WINDOW Too young to have learned what sorrow means, Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber…. The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart — Just for a title she sent him to war. Wang Changling A SONG OF THE SPRING PALACE Last […]

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