A Spring in Autumn by Xue Tao

Behind a ribbon of evening mist, a chill sky distills,
and a melody of far waterfalls like ten silk strings
comes to my pillow to tug feelings,
keeping me sleepless in sorrow past midnight.

translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping

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