"xiangyang" poems
With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border,
And its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing,
This river runs beyond heaven and earth,
Where the colour of mountains both is and is not.
The dwellings of men seem floating along
On ripples of the distant sky --
These beautiful days here in Xiangyang
Make drunken my old mountain heart!
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Melanie, an uncommon primate from Akhetaten,
Her eyes burn with energy as coal,
An aura that's so graceful; would bring humbleness,
To even Pella's golden youth.
She's sung in the streets of Xiangyang,
With praises of a Qin princess.
Rumour has it that a See once,
Perpended dropping his Pallium for her matrimony.
Why wouldn't she take these as mere compliments?
Something well mastered by we mischievous mortals,
We who would laud a Muse to skin bleaching.
Why would she bethink herself divine?
Just cause Vinci once portrayed,
her as "The Black Madonna".
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC