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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Liu Ch’E

The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
Dust drifts over the court-yard,
There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:
 
A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

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