Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

On Sharing A Husband - Poem by Ho Xuan Huong

Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.

Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.

You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,

but without pay. If I had known how it would go
I think I would have lived alone.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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