Nature
Autumn across the Frontier
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng (1909) · From A Lute of Jade (1909)
Nature
The last red leaves droop sadly o’er the slain;
In the long tower my cup of wine I drain,
Watching the mist-flocks driven through the hills,
And great blown roses ravished by the rain.
The beach tints linger down the frontier line,
And sounding waters shimmer to the brine;
Over the Yellow Kingdom breaks the sun,
Yet dreams, and woodlands, and the chase are mine.
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MLA
Chü-i, Po. “Autumn across the Frontier.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/120/.
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Chü-i, Po. “Autumn across the Frontier.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/120/.
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