from Book I, Part 2, Revelations of a Lesser Wife
A Letter
Staying in this inn, feeling sorry for myself
I opened your letter
Love
Admiring the elegant brushwork
Penglai Mountain in the rain catching the perspective
A thousand peaks
Autumn caught by the winds in Xiegu Gorge
I read it in the morning, every word
Again and again, and at night
Curled up in my bed
In my sandalwood box I have a place for it
Safe with my jasper beads
But just now, holding it in my hand
I can’t seem to let go
The South Pavilion at Chongzhen Temple
(The Posting of Civil Service Examination Results)
Through cloudy distance, mountains
Allowing themselves to be seen
Spring is ink and brushwork
A skilful season
More suited to some than others
Who could recognise my poems, cloaked so
In gaudy folds
I stand on tiptoe with the women
Just glimpsing brightness named
Two Poems Addressing Heartache
Daydreamer, wake up
Cuddles under covers
You blink in your dream world
And ten years have gone
A cage of parrots
Repeating everything you said
Dew beads the flowers
You remember early morning
You remember the faces drained
Willow evenings, bending in worry
Consider these clouds good omens
Pan Yue knows they only come once
In love always
He will still be waiting when his hair is white
*
Against the moon
A mist of laurel
Elegant silhouette
The wine set before you is a gift
Accept the past
The present
Which tear for joy, for sorrow
Always the same
By the river, in the rain
Red flowered, as many peach trees
As there are in the world
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