Palace at dusk, the pearl blind is lowered,
Drifting fireflies glide and come to rest;
Through the long night I sew a fine silk jacket–
My thoughts of you, when will they end?
translated by Ronald C. Miao
quiet moments in nature
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Everytime the words become even more beautiful.
Yes, one can read them over and over again and never lose one’s admiration.
So beautiful
Glad you like it.
It’s lovely, makes one wonder how written words can be so amazing.
I always return to these poets and never tire of reading them.
I can understand that.