A Wife Bemoans Her Husband's Absence Poem by Confucius

A Wife Bemoans Her Husband's Absence

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So full am I of anxious thought,
Though all the morn king-grass I've sought,
To fill my arms I fail.
Like wisp all-tangled is my hair!
To wash it let me home repair.
My lord soon may I hail!

Though 'mong the indigo I've wrought
The morning long; through anxious thought
My skirt's filled but in part.
Within five days he was to appear;
The sixth has come and he's not here.
Oh! how this racks my heart!

When here we dwelt in union sweet,
If the hunt called his eager feet,
His bow I cased for him.
Or if to fish he went away,
And would be absent all the day,
His line I put in trim.

What in his angling did he catch?
Well worth the time it was to watch
How bream and tench he took.
Men thronged upon the banks and gazed;
At bream and tench they looked amazed,
The triumphs of his hook.

Ratnakar Mandlik 07 February 2017

A thought provoking poem narrating the longing of wife for her husband who has gone away and it is an universal phenomenon.

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Susan Williams 18 January 2016

In every nation, in every culture, in every age and century, it seems to be the lot of women to worry about their husbands' late return home. They worry and fret and do not do their work well and try not to imagine him dead or in the arms of another.

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* Sunprincess * 18 January 2016

...........a wonderful write....a wife longing for her husband ★

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