untitled poem 1 by Hwang Chin-i

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

I cut in two
A long November night, and
Place half under the coverlet,
Sweet-scented as a spring breeze.
And when he comes, I shall take it out,
Unroll it inch by inch, to stretch the night.

translated by Peter H. Lee

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