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Li Jinfa, from a poem titled "Tenderness," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
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Li Jinfa, from a poem titled "Tenderness," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
Fending off, one by one, my reproachful glances, And spurts of fresh blood, and the sleep of dry bones.
Li Jinfa (馮至), from “Casting Her Aside”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner
Li Jinfa, from a poem titled "Tenderness," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
Li Jinfa, from a poem titled "Tenderness," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
Li Jinfa, from a poem titled "Tenderness," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
With never a hot tear Dripping on the grass To adorn the earth.
Li Jinfa (馮至), from “Casting Her Aside”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner
Anxieties weigh down the abandoned woman, crippling her gestures;
Li Jinfa (馮至), from “Casting Her Aside”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner
If only the palm of your hand Were a boat On which I could sail distant seas to ancient ruins Until the slight bending of your arm Drew me back to you heart's chamber! O, if I could voyage in your eyes Searching for the self-abandon of a poet's love, A smile rising like a fierce wind through a forest, The counterpoint of evening sun and reddening cloud! Crisp night air Brings the chirp of crickets in the autumn twilight, Yet your bring me nothing but tears. O, if only your curls were clusters of magnolia, And I could slumber in peace among them! Faintly humming my dream, the bee returns from wandering. The bronze wine-cup Bears the imprint of our lips, But the love-ecstasy of springtime Passes quick as a drunkard's elation.
Li Jinfa (馮至), from “Cherished Desires”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner