Wuling Chun (Spring in Wuling) -- Late Spring
- Poetry of Li Qingzhao

The wind has waned, the soil scented, the season of blossoms spent;

So late in the morn, O to comb my hair, I loathe.

Your things remain, but you live no more, all matters that matter reposed; 

O ere I speak, my tears I cannot withhold.

I’ve heard it said: at Shuangxi’s Twinbrook, springtime is still sublime;

To be there I wish, in a light boat adrift, afloat.

And yet I fear it would be found the grasshopper Twinbrook rowboat

Far too light to carry --- a load of so much sorrow.