On a Moonlit Night Meeting at Hsu Eleven’s Thatched Hut by Wei Ying-wu

Leonard Durso

In an empty study with nothing to do
you loosened your hair strings and waited for a friend
it wasn’t a night for reading
but for writing poems about the moon
after listening to the bell and sleeping in comfort
we rolled up dew-covered blinds
and sensed another fall was near
while the fading river tried to hold off dawn

translated by Red Pine

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