Read 3 ci poems with pinyin and English translations. Notes record textual variants and differing attributions where relevant.
Wen Tingyun
Her washing and dressing finished, she leans alone upon the river-viewing tower. A thousand sails pass by, and none is his; the slanting light is tender, the water flows on and on. Heartbroken at the isle of white ping water-plants.
Wen Tingyun
The folds of the little screen glint with gold, now bright, now dim; her cloud-like hair would stray across her snow-white scented cheek. She rises lazily to paint her moth-brows, and dawdles over combing and dressing.
Wen Tingyun
The willow strands are long, the spring rain fine; beyond the flowers the water-clock drips, far and faint. It startles the frontier geese and rouses the city crows; golden partridges adorn the painted screen.
