The crow cawing at night
By the city wall at dusk a crow had alighted;
It cawed again, again, as if it had flown home.
At her loom, a Ch’in-ch’uan girl was weaving;
Through her gauze window she could not help but hear
The bird, which sounded like someone talking.
She stopped in her shuttle, thinking of her absent lover;
Alone in her chamber, her tears fell like rain in torrents.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026