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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of Unending Sorrow.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, <br>Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, <br>Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, <br>Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, <br>But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, <br>At last one day was chosen for the imperial household. <br>If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, <br>And the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. <br>...It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, <br>Which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin, <br>And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her <br>When first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. <br>The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, <br>Were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains; <br>But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, <br>And the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings <br>And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, <br>His mistress of the spring, his despot of the night. <br>There were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, <br>But his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. <br>By the time she was dressed in her Golden Chamber, it would be almost evening; <br>And when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine. <br>Her sisters and her brothers all were given titles; <br>And, because she so illumined and glorified her clan, <br>She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, <br>Happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy. <br>...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, <br>And far and wide the breezes carried magical notes <br>Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music. <br>The Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough- <br>Till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth <br>And broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. <br>The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust <br>From thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest. <br>The imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing- - <br>But thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate, <br>The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir <br>Till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth- eyebrows.... <br>Flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, <br>And a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair- bird. <br>The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face. <br>And later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears <br>Was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind. <br>... At the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line <br>Under Omei Mountain. The last few came. <br>Flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.... <br>But as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, <br>So changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. <br>He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. <br>He heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast. <br>And when heaven and earth resumed their round and the dragon car faced home, <br>The Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away <br>From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried <br>That memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face? <br>Ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats <br>As they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. <br>...The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, <br>The Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows; <br>But a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow -- <br>And what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them? <br>...Peach-trees and plum-trees blossomed, in the winds of spring; <br>Lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains; <br>The Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, <br>And the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. <br>Her Pear-Garden Players became white-haired <br>And the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees; <br>Over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight. <br>He would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep. <br>Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours <br>And the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn, <br>And the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost <br>And his covers of kingfisher-blue feel lonelier and colder <br>With the distance between life and death year after year; <br>And yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams. <br>...At Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, <br>Able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. <br>And people were so moved by the Emperor's constant brooding <br>That they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. <br>He opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, <br>Up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. <br>Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring; <br>But he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for. <br>And then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, <br>A part of the intangible and incorporeal world, <br>With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, <br>And of exquisite immortals moving to and fro, <br>And of one among them-whom they called The Ever True- <br>With a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. <br>So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door <br>And asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect. <br>And the lady, at news of an envoy from the Emperor of China, <br>Was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy. <br>She pushed aside her pillow, dressed, shook away sleep, <br>And opened the pearly shade and then the silver screen. <br>Her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, <br>And her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace, <br>While a light wind filled her cloak and fluttered with her motion <br>As though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. <br>And the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face <br>Were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. <br>But love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, <br>Whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting -- <br>Since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, <br>And moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace. <br>But when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth <br>And tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust. <br>So she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given <br>And, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin, <br>But kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, <br>Breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box; <br>&quot;Our souls belong together,&quot; she said, &quot; like this gold and this shell -- <br>Somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely <br>And she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him <br>Of vows which had been known only to their two hearts: <br>&quot;On the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, <br>We told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world <br>That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, <br>And to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.&quot; <br>Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, <br>While this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bai+Juyi">Bai Juyi</a><div class=q>
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Was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding, 
Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, 
Bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her, 
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