Last Night

Last
night
thin
rain,
gusty
wind.

Dense
sleep
doesn't
fade
a wine
hangover.

I'm talking
to her
who
rolled up
the curtains.

Are you
blind!
I
say.

By now
they're
fat
green
and skimpy
red.

by Li Ching Chao

Comments (9)

I'm talking to her! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us..
A reminder comes to us through the mist of time that human customs may change, but humanity does not.
Lovely expression and a nicely crafted poem. Thanks.
Comment in one word once and allude to any season.
This 12th Century poet still holds truth even after 1000 year the Human experience changes little not its stupidity of drinking too much wine great poem from an ancient master
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