from Nineteen Old Poems: How Green Is The Riveside Grass by anonymous poet

How green is the riverside grass
the garden willows are a veil of mist
upstairs is the loveliest woman
filling the window with light
her face ablush with rouge
her jade-like hands barely showing
once a sing-song girl
she’s now an absent man’s wife
and how can an absent man
protect a vacant bed

translated by Red Pine

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