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Poluomen Yin: Drifting Clouds
A fresh touch of autumn; the cold wind sweeps it all away and leaves it bare. All at once the press of things comes surging. One vein of longing will not be given up; even the long night is glad with it. This going wounds a wish long held; the red sash streams in the driving rain.
Who is there to cancel it out? I sigh: of all things, the waiting is the farthest off. Out beyond the town the reed flowers shiver, and the dusk is bright and plain. Strung and knotted, this bond of feeling; soul laid over soul, and after it all only a lost bewilderment remains. I cherish the road home, and will not talk on and on.
Glosses—
Kong zong: affairs thronging and pressing;
Xiao xiao: describes wind and rain driving hard;
Reed flower (di hua): a perennial herbaceous plant, shaped like the reed;
Strung and knotted: threaded on a cord and tied fast. It describes something held firmly in mind;
Lao lao: the look of one disconsolate, as though at a loss.
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