Poetry Tuesday: To the Tune “Meeting Happiness”

By Li Yu, 10th Century China.

Silent and alone, I ascend the west tower.
The moon is like a hook.
In solitude, the wu tung trees
Imprison the clear autumn in the deep courtyard.
Scissored but not severed,
Trimmed, but still massive:
It is the sorrow of parting,
Another strange flavor in the heart.

;o)

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