Packing tonight for travel right after work tomorrow — I'll be blogging Friday. Write well.
Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, my wife is watching
The moon alone tonight, and my thoughts fill
With sadness for my children, who can't think
Of me here in Changan; they're too young still.
Her cloud-soft hair is moist with fragrant mist.
In the clear light her white arms sense the chill.
When will we feel the moonlight dry our tears,
Leaning together on our window-sill?
Du Fu, translated by Vikram Seth, from
Three Chinese Poets
7:41:09 PM 
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