Red lotus incense fades on <br />The jeweled curtain. Autumn <br />Comes again. Gently I open <br />My silk dress and float alone <br />On the orchid boat. Who can <br />Take a letter beyond the clouds? <br />Only the wild geese come back <br />And write their ideograms <br />On the sky under the full <br />Moon that floods the West Chamber. <br />Flowers, after their kind, flutter <br />And scatter. Water after <br />Its nature, when spilt, at last <br />Gathers again in one place. <br />Creatures of the same species <br />Long for each other. But we <br />Are far apart and I have <br />Grown learned in sorrow. <br />Nothing can make it dissolve <br />And go away. One moment, <br />It is on my eyebrows. <br />The next, it weighs on my heart.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-of-departure/
