The moon, grown full now over the sea,
Brightening the whole of heaven,
Brings to separated hearts
The long thoughtfulness of night. . .
It is no darker though I blow out the candle.
It is no warmer though I put on my coat.
So I leave my message with the moon
And turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
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Touching, and beautiful.
Thank you for reblogging this.
My pleasure. Hugs.
So touching, Leonard. Thank you for sharing.
Glad you like it.