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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391329" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut<br>magnolia,<br>Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold<br>Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine<br>Is rich for a thousand cups.<br>We carry singing girls, drift with the drifting water,<br>Yet Sennin needs<br>A yellow stork for a charger, and all our seamen<br>Would follow the white gulls or ride them.<br>Kutsu's prose song<br>Hangs with the sun and moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King So's terraced palace<br>is now but barren hill,<br>But I draw pen on this barge<br>Causing the five peaks to tremble,<br>And I have joy in these words<br>like the joy of blue islands.<br>(If glory could last forever<br>Then the waters of Han would flow northward.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I have moped in the Emperor's garden, awaiting an<br>order-to-write !<br>I looked at the dragon-pond, with its willow-coloured<br>water<br>Just reflecting the sky's tinge,<br>And heard the five-score nightingales aimlessly singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eastern wind brings the green colour into the island<br>grasses at Yei-shu,<br>The purple house and the crimson are full of Spring<br>softness.<br>South of the pond the willow-tips are half-blue and<br>bluer,<br>Their cords tangle in mist, against the brocade-like<br>palace.<br>Vine-strings a hundred feet long hang down from<br>carved railings,<br>And high over the willows, the fine birds sing to each<br>other, and listen,<br>Crying—‘Kwan, Kuan,' for the early wind, and the feel<br>of it.<br>The wind bundles itself into a bluish cloud and wanders<br>off.<br>Over a thousand gates, over a thousand doors are the<br>sounds of spring singing,<br>And the Emperor is at Ko.<br>Five clouds hang aloft, bright on the purple sky,<br>The imperial guards come forth from the golden house<br>with their armour a-gleaming.<br>The Emperor in his jewelled car goes out to inspect his<br>flowers,<br>He goes out to Hori, to look at the wing-flapping storks,<br>He returns by way of Sei rock, to hear the new<br>nightingales,<br>For the gardens at Jo-run are full of new nightingales,<br>Their sound is mixed in this flute,<br>Their voice is in the twelve pipes here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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Fill full the sides in rows, and our wine
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