Yellow Orioles

Yellow orioles, two, call from willows, kingfisher-green;
White egrets, a line, rise to sky, bright-blue.

Window holds in its lips Western Range; snow of a thousand Autumns;
Anchored to gate-post Eastern Wu boats; they travel ten thousand li .
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Tu Fu
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