April 16, 2004
poem, beverly, missing
| Moonlit Night (after Tu Fu, ca. 760) | ||
Moonlit night in the southern sea
she watches from some room,
While faraway I think lovingly of her and her crew
Fragrant humidity, her curly hair floating and silicon-sparkling in the pale beams; her arms shine.
When will we lean in this old window,
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