Here’s another, Lynn: Six Poems on Remembering: 2 by Shen Yüeh

I think of when she sits–
prim, prim before the gauze curtain,
sometimes singing four or five songs,
sometimes plucking two or three strings.
When she laughs, there’s no one like her;
when she sulks, she’s more lovely than before.

translated by Burton Watson

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