My sister called me today. She's at our parents' house, but only until Monday. I'll be there on Friday. Ah well.
But she called to say she's getting hitched next summer. SO! For those keeping score! Last weekend= wedding, this weekend= engagement, next weekend= wedding!
Here's a poem, because it's Friday:
"The River Merchant's Wife: A Letter"
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small peoplle, without dislike or suspicion.
At fourteen, I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.
At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the look out?
At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-ed, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.
You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterlfies are already yellow with August
OVer the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out of meet you
As far as Cho-fu-Sa.
--Li Bo, as translated and adapted by Ezra Pound
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