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Wind Rise
Yang Mu
Wind rise
Eave hells ring
Orioles dart
Curtains are raised
On the balustrade you gaze no more at flowers or bridge
But clouds in misty twilight
At wind rise, I shall remember
At wind rise, I contemplate the beautiful fear
beneath your straw hat
Wind and dust gnaw my southerner's lips
You inhabit my wavelike breast
Side by side we stand and watch the
Dusk cascade from our shoulders
Softly, so softly
