Saying Goodbye by Yu Xuanji

Several nights in this gorgeous pavilion
and I began to have expectations

until my darling surprised me
he had to be off  on a journey

so I sleep alone and don’t discuss
the whereabouts of clouds

around the lamp, now almost spent,
one lost moth is circling.

translated by David Young & Jiann I. Lin

once in my bookstore

in my bookstore
a woman approached books
as if they were holy scripture
tenderly turning pages
letting the poetry
wash over her
I could love
a woman like that
in whose hands
a heart
would be cherished
and safe