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		<title>Storyteller at 17:43, 4 November 2014</title>
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 17:43, 4 November 2014&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;'''Author:''' by Cynis &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;Hibre &lt;/del&gt;and Ledaal Shinjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;'''Author:''' by &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;[[&lt;/ins&gt;Cynis &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;Hibare]] &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;[[&lt;/ins&gt;Ledaal Shinjo&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;]]&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;'''Description:''' A poem performed during the spring recitals at the Academy in RY757, it is in truth two poems performed in tandem, with each of its authors taking turns at a stanza. It tells the two perspectives of a brief romance between a woman at court and a man entering the Imperial service, called away to the Threshold never to meet his love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;'''Description:''' A poem performed during the spring recitals at the &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;[[&lt;/ins&gt;Academy &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;for Cultivation of Youthful Talents]] &lt;/ins&gt;in RY757, it is in truth two poems performed in tandem, with each of its authors taking turns at a stanza. It tells the two perspectives of a brief romance between a woman at court and a man entering the Imperial service, called away to the Threshold never to meet his love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Ledaal Shinjo: Created page with &quot;'''Author:''' by Cynis Hibre and Ledaal Shinjo  '''Description:''' A poem performed during the spring recitals at the Academy in RY757, it is in truth two poems performed in t...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Author:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; by Cynis Hibre and Ledaal Shinjo  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Description:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; A poem performed during the spring recitals at the Academy in RY757, it is in truth two poems performed in t...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;'''Author:''' by Cynis Hibre and Ledaal Shinjo&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Description:''' A poem performed during the spring recitals at the Academy in RY757, it is in truth two poems performed in tandem, with each of its authors taking turns at a stanza. It tells the two perspectives of a brief romance between a woman at court and a man entering the Imperial service, called away to the Threshold never to meet his love again.&lt;br /&gt;
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A thin moon pierces the window lattice&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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and firefly lights appear in the jade sky.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Where the far sky begins is all silky distance.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The low trees emerge as a dark blur of green.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Cicada songs swirl through the courtyard bamboo&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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as ducks sing under parasol trees by the pond.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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Thin fog descends like silk gauze.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In slight wind the sound of jade rings is heard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Royal Mother of the World trails a scarlet train.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her maids carry cloud-shaped jade in their hands.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deep in the night, people all are quiet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our meeting is like dawn, though rain is drizzling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Pearl light shines from his decorated shoes,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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flowers peek from his embroidered clothes,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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his jeweled hairpin is a colored berry,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and his silk ribbons are a blue rainbow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He says he’s from green vine gardens&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and is on pilgrimage to the Empress’s palace.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Because she took a tour to the City&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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she happened to come here, east of Pasiap's road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I flirt with her she resists at first.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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but soft feelings already secretly connect us.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When she bows her hair it seems the shadows of cicadas move.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As she walks about her silk stockings are gilded with dust. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When he turns it’s like snowflakes swirling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On the bed we embrace through silk&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and like Mandarin ducks dance with our necks twined.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Like two colors of jade, we go well together,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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though his light eyebrows knit frequently in shyness.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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His lips feel like they are melting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I taste her breath like a fragrant orchid,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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her creamy skin, her full jade flesh.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am hesitant, unable to move even a wrist,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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though she’s so sensitive that her body tenses.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The light of her sweat is like pearls.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her tangled hair is loose and bright.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happiness like this comes once in ten thousand years.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But now we hear the fifth beat of the night drum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We want to stay, but time is scarce,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so close that it is hard to stop.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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His face is sorrow&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and his words promise faithfulness.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She gives me a ring to remember this time,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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ties a knot, to say our hearts are twined.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her tears drop on the mirror&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and around the guttering lamp insects swirl.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The dawn light comes slowly&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and the rising sun starts to show.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He flies away on the back of a crane&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and plays a vertical flute for the Mountain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My clothes are fragrant as if dyed with musk.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are red stains still on the pillow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing in front of the grass in the pond,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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my thoughts are floating far away.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My flute cries and complains like a crane.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I gaze at the clear River of Stars in hope of my crane's return.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the ocean is too broad to cross&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and the sky is too high to soar above,&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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so like a floating cloud with nowhere to go&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I walk back inside the tower.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Literature]] [[Category:Poetry]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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