On Failing the Examination

The dawn moon struggles to shine its light,
the man of sorrows struggles with his feelings.
Who says in spring things are bound to flourish?
All I see is frost on the leaves.
The eagle sickens, his power vanishes,
while little wrens soar on borrowed wings.
But leave them be, leave them be!—
these thoughts like wounds from a knife!
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Meng Chiao
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