Poetry Tuesday: Turkestan

By Ch’en T’ao, 9th century China

Thinking only of their vow that they would crush the Tartars
On the desert, clad in sable and silk, five thousand of them fell. . .
But arisen from their crumbling bones on the banks of the river at the border,
Dreams of them enter, like men alive, into rooms where their loves lie sleeping.

;o)

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