Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Under The Moon - Poem by Li Po

Under the crescent moon's faint glow
The washerman's bat resounds afar,
And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly.
But my heart has gone to the Tartar war,
To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow,
Calling my husband back to me.

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Read poems about / on: husband, autumn, snow, war, moon, heart

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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