one last poem from Six Poems on Remembering by Shen Yüeh

I think of when she sleeps–
struggling to stay awake when others have retired,
undoing her sheer gown without waiting to be urged,
resting on the pillow till caresses find her.
Fearful that the one by her side is watching,
she blushes under the candle’s glow.

translated by Burton Watson

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