A slip of the moon hangs over the capital;
Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding;
And the autumn wind is blowing my heart
For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass….
Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered,
And my husband come back from the long campaign!
(Li Po)
More Poetry from Li Po:
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- Three Poems on Wine (Li Po Poems)
- 'We Fought for - South of the Walls (Li Po Poems)
- A Song Of Changgan (Li Po Poems)
- Lu Mountain, Kiangsi (Li Po Poems)
- Reaching the Hermitage (Li Po Poems)