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Haoran Meng
Born
Xiangyang, Hubei, China
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“. . . Like ashes of gold in a cinnamon-flame,
My youthful desires have been burnt with the years–
And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind
A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.”
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My youthful desires have been burnt with the years–
And tonight in the chilling sunset-wind
A cicada, singing, weighs on my heart.”
―
“A Riverside Memory in Early Winter
Wild geese fly south with the falling leaves
And a northern wind chills the running waters.
I recall the bends of the river by my village,
Impossibly distant behind the mountains of Chu.
I cry for home until my tears are exhausted
And I glimpse a lone boat at the horizon.
I wish to ask it the way through this labyrinth:
How can these waters be calmed? Where ends this endless night?”
―
Wild geese fly south with the falling leaves
And a northern wind chills the running waters.
I recall the bends of the river by my village,
Impossibly distant behind the mountains of Chu.
I cry for home until my tears are exhausted
And I glimpse a lone boat at the horizon.
I wish to ask it the way through this labyrinth:
How can these waters be calmed? Where ends this endless night?”
―
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