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"The
East Wind Sighs" The
East wind sighs, the fine rains come: Beyond
the pool of water-lilies, the noise of faint thunder.
A gold toad gnaws the lock. Open it. Burn the incense. A
tiger of jade pulls the rope. Draw from the well and escape. Chia's
daughter peeped through the screen when Han the clerk was young. The
goddess of the river left her pillow for the great Prince of
Wei. Never
let your heart open with the spring flowers: One
inch of love is an inch of ashes.
The following fairly late poem was written by the poet
Li Shang-Yin during the ninth century CE.
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