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PART 6 |
A SPRING DAY AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD |
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SPRING 2196 |
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‘A spring day at the edge of the world. |
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On the edge of the world once more the day slants. |
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The oriole cries, as though it were its own tears |
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Which damp even the topmost blossoms on the tree.’ |
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—Li Shang-yin, Exile, 9th century AD |