In water lands, night frost on reeds,
a cold moon the color of the mountains.
Who says our thousand-mile separation starts tonight?
My dream can travel to the farthest border pass.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it and are sharing it with others. She was a major female poet of the T’ang Dynasty.
It really captured a feeling/image in a vivid, but concise way. Thank you for the initial posting, I would not have had the chance to enjoy it otherwise.
Though miles my separate hearts connected, dreams can bring them together to beat as one. Love this, thank you for sharing!
xx Paris
Glad you liked it and have turned into lines of your own. I think you will like others of hers as well.
Beautiful poem. Holy cow. And perfect while the moon is still so close to full.
Yes, I was quite taken with it.