Stirred by the bitter winds of unsatisfied desire.

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[71]

 Dead Thoughts

My thoughts are an autumn breeze

Lifting and hurrying

Dry rubbish about in a corner.

My thoughts are willow branches

Already broken

Motionless at twilight.

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[72]

 A Comparison

My beloved is like blue smoke that rises

In long slow planes,

And wavers

Over the dark paths of old gardens long neglected.

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[73]

 Mutability

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