Lamenting for My Wife

1

Sick, you said goodbye to me
as I left for Szechwan;
moved by parting, our tears of sorrow fell.
I'll always remember the place
where crying gibbons broke my heart:
a river station at Chia-ling
where rain fell like particles of dust.

2

The door lock, sealed by green moss,
stayed locked through the autumn;
the ceiling was covered with cobwebs —
I let them gather dust.
All that was left of your possessions
was the gold embroidered skirt:
how could I ever be so heartless
as to give it away?
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Wang Shih-chieng
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