Untitled Poem 1 by Li Shang-yin

The pellucid road winds back around into twilight clouds:
a seven-scented carriage, cry of a dappled horse cut short:

spring wind offers itself everywhere, opens into enticing
smiles that leave a country’s ten thousand homes in ruins.

translated by David Hinton

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