Written to Swap, at Tung-yang Creek
I
Pretty! Some man’s wife, for sure,
washing those so white feet in the stream.
And the moon, bright among the clouds:
far, so far away; just out of reach.
II
Pretty! He’s some girl’s husband…
Come on a white skiff adrift on the stream.
“Pray, what be thy purpose here,
as the clouds slip over the moon…? “
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