„The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart“

—  Murasaki Shikibu, livro The Tale of Genji

Fonte: The Tale of Genji

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—  Zhu Yizun

"Written at Mauve Garden: Pine Wind Terrace" (tr. Y. N. Chang and Lewis C. Walmsley), in Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry, eds. Wu-chi Liu and Irving Yucheng Lo (1975), p. 477; also in The Luminous Landscape: Chinese Art and Poetry, ed. Richard Lewis (1981), p. 57.

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The violins
Of autumn
Lay waste my heart
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