Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far-off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Ch’ang-an. By now,
Her hair will be mist-scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?
translated by David Hinton
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“Her hair will be mist- scented, her Jade white arms chilled in its clear light”.
My goodness what incredibly beautiful words, to be able to write like that. More, more, more please.
More will come as always.
As beautiful as the above no doubt.
Hope so.