【小寒】风雁过时魂断绝，塞管数声呜咽。

2022

And the stars falling cold
And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl
Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl
In the river wended vales where the tale was told

Here in this spring, stars float along the void
Here in this ornamental winter
Down pelts the naked weather
This summer buries a spring bird

And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
And I rose
In rainy autumn

【冬至】刺绣五纹添弱线，吹葭六管动浮灰。

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forest shook three summer's pride
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen

Now with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes
And thou in this shalt find thy monument
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent