(23/12/94 d/m/y / a hospital)

A Song Of An Autumn Midnight

A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass....
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
And my husband come back from the long campaign!

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Comments (3)

.........beautiful poetry...a song of war, a cry for peace, and a missing loved one ★
It sounds so different when it is written in English. Chinese poem and Western poem are different in nature. This translation cannot express Chinses poetic aesthetism well, and i dount if any translation can. If somebody wants to read real Chinses poetry, please learn Chinese first~
swings my heart.....ur poems made nice reading...excellent composition...i loved reading ur poem..plz read my poem I AM A PROLETARIAT and leave a comment plz