moonlit night
for Sheila
tonight the moon shines down on Fuzhou:
in her chamber she watches it, alone—
far away, I pity our children, so small:
they have no memory of Chang’an—
her perfumed cloud-soft hair’s damp with mist:
in clear light her white jade arms shiver—
when will we lean together by open curtains
as moonlight dries all trace of our tears?
Jack Hayes
© 2015
based on Du Fu: 月夜
yuè yè
Image links to its source on Wiki Commons:
Tang Dynasty Tomb Painting
Public domain
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