CHINESE POETRY

Xue Tao
Seeing off a Friend

Tender reeds,
Overnight frost touched the marsh;
The cool moon
And mountain,
In haze softens lines too harsh,

And by dusk.

Who says you’ll be leagues away?
In my dreams
Nightly thoughts
Will follow you along the way,
Pass boarders.

Retranslated by Professor Gloom




Gloom 99

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