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

Posted by Amateur Reader (Tom) at 9:00 AM
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5 comments:

  1. UnknownMarch 19, 2009 at 12:03 PM

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  2. jon faithMarch 19, 2009 at 4:18 PM

    I certainly loved such, as does my wife.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 19, 2009 at 5:20 PM

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

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  4. Amateur Reader (Tom)March 20, 2009 at 9:52 AM

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

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  5. Rohan MaitzenMarch 20, 2009 at 10:19 AM

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

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