Ballads of Four Seasons: Winter

by Li Bai

The courier will depart next day, she's told.
She sews a warrior's gown all night.
Her fingers feel the needle cold.
How can she hold the scissors tight?
The work is done, she sends it far away.
When will it reach the town where warriors stay?

Li Po

A Song of an Autumn Midnight is the title of Li Bai's "autumn" poem in this series.

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