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"Falling
Flowers" The
guests are gone from the pavilion high, In
the small garden flowers are whirling around. Along
the winding path the petals lie; To
greet the setting sun, they drift up from the ground. Heartbroken,
I cannot bear to sweep them away; From
my eyes, spring soon disappears. I
pine with passing, heart's desire lost for aye; Nothing
is left but a robe stained with tears.
The following fairly late poem was written by the
poet Li Shang-Yin during the ninth century CE.
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