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There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.
If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.
Behind her curtains
embroidered with lotuses,
how could I refuse
the temptation of her advances?
Li T'ai-po
tr. Hamil
Confessional
Li Po
(1)
Poem topics: dark, girl, poor, red, together, conversation, gold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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