War ships, cold tides

War ships, cold tides,
ancient troops of clouds,
crows like crazy dots of ink
splashed against the dying sun:
here, on the west bank of the Yangtze,
at Ju-hsü entrenchment,
as the spring waters start to rise
I say farewell to you.
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Y├╝n Shou-p'ing
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