The Lady of the Swamp
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Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Travelling Northward (from Tu Fu 713-770)
Screech owls moan in the yellowing
Mulberry trees. Field mice scurry,
Preparing their holes for winter.
Midnight, we cross an old battlefield.
The moonlight shines cold on white bones.
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(from Tu Fu 713-770)
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