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After Son Kyae's Poem, "Wine and Women".

 First sunlight settles upon burgundy-brown railings. I raise and
hook the wooden shutters--
 a thousand flowering lilacs weave a cheerless seasonal tone.
My face already powdered, but I remain, staring into a mirror.
Not wanting to leave the pavilion, an unfinished dream lingers in my
mind.
Who raises parrots in a confining cage? I unbind the silk sashes, play a
lute.
Lovely flesh-pink petals fall like feathers, wizened to dust-- all that
can be done is endure.
I cannot bear grasping the silver basin to wash my tear-stained cheeks. 

translated by Ian Haight and Taeyoung Ho

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Author:Ho Nansorhon
Publication:Prairie Schooner
Article Type:Sonnet
Date:Mar 22, 2013
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