Cool breezes–I sleep by the open window
where the light of the setting moon shines in.
At midnight there are no voices,
but within my gauze curtains, a pair of smiles.
translated by Burton Watson
Cool breezes–I sleep by the open window
where the light of the setting moon shines in.
At midnight there are no voices,
but within my gauze curtains, a pair of smiles.
translated by Burton Watson
poetry by Robert Ford
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Really beautiful.
Glad you like it.
Lovely
Glad you like it.
I told her that. It is the same for me. And she turned it into a poem.
A good poem, I hope.