A Li Bai 李白 poem from Superstars, volume 1 of My China in Tang Poetry.
SPRING THOUGHTS
Grass on Swallow Bank like emerald silk,
old mulberries bend low their heavy heads.
On the day you dream of coming home,
that day is when longing breaks my heart.
This spring wind doesn't even know me,
what’s it doing behind my bed curtains?
春思
燕草如碧絲,秦桑低綠枝。
當君懷歸日,是妾斷腸時。
春風不相識,何事入羅幃。
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