I think of when she comes–
shining, shining, up the garden stairs,
impatient, impatient to end our parting.
Tireless, tireless, we talk of love,
gaze at each other but never get our fill,
look at one another till hunger is forgotten.
translated by Burton Watson
4 thoughts on “for Lynn at adminclouds because she asked: Six Poems on Remembering: Poem 1 by Shen Yüeh”
I look forward to the rest..
Only have three of the six but I’ll post what I have.
Still…….. the gown!
There’s the gown in Poem 3.