• A Poem of Changgan

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    My hair had hardly covered my forehead.

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  • I was picking flowers, playing by my door,

  • When you, my lover, on a bamboo horse,

  • Came trotting in circles and throwing green plums.

  • We lived near together on a lane in Ch’ang-kan,

  • Both of us young and happy-hearted.

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    ...At fourteen I became your wife,

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  • So bashful that I dared not smile,

  • And I lowered my head toward a dark corner

  • And would not turn to your thousand calls;

  • But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed,

  • Learning that no dust could ever seal our love,

  • That even unto death I would await you by my post

  • And would never lose heart in the tower of silent watching.

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    ...Then when I was sixteen, you left on a long journey

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  • Through the Gorges of Ch’u-t’ang, of rock and whirling water.

  • And then came the Fifth-month, more than I could bear,

  • And I tried to hear the monkeys in your lofty far-off sky.

  • Your footprints by our door, where I had watched you go,