I face my mirror with a sigh   Cui Tu A SOLITARY WILDGOOSE Line after line has flown back over the border. Where are you headed all by yourself? In the evening rain you call to them — And slowly you alight on an icy pond. The low wet clouds move faster than you Along the wall toward the cold moon. …If they caught you in a net or with a shot, Would it be worse than flying alone? Du Xunhe A SIGH IN THE SPRING PALACE Knowing beauty my misfortune, I face my mirror with a sigh. To please a fastidious emperor, How shallRead More →