Thursday, March 19, 2009

A poem for the last day of winter - Do you know what time it is?

Winter Night

It is late in the Winter night.
I am absorbed in a book
And forget to go to bed.
My wife takes my lamp and says,
“Do you know what time it is?”

Yuan Mei (1716-1797)

Tr. Kenneth Rexroth, Love and the Turning Year: 100 More Poems from the Chinese

5 comments:

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  2. I certainly loved such, as does my wife.

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  3. Now this is real-life poetry. Anyone who loves to read has lived this poem.
    Dad

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  4. I thought this poem had a universal quality, to readers, at least.

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  5. Lovely. It says just enough, which should be the standard by which a poem is judged!

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