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
4 thoughts on “Here’s another, Lynn: Six Poems on Remembering: 2 by Shen Yüeh”
Lovely series. We must find the next three.
Great verse! Thanks for sharing!
Glad you like it.