<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River-Captain’s Wife – A Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I with my hair in its first fringe<br>Romped outside breaking flower-heads.<br>You galloped by on bamboo horses.<br>We juggled green plums round the well.<br>Living in Chang-kan village,<br>Two small people without guile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At fourteen I married you sir,<br>So bashful I could only hide,<br>My frowning face turned to the wall.<br>Called after - never looking back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fifteen before I learnt to smile.<br>Yearned to be one with you forever.<br>You to be the Ever-Faithful.<br>I to not sit lonely, waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sixteen you sir went away,<br>Through White King’s Gorge, by Yen Rock’s rapids,<br>When the Yangtze’s at its highest,<br>Where the gibbons cried above you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here by the door your last footprints,<br>Slowly growing green mosses,<br>So deep I cannot sweep them,<br>Leaves so thick from winds of autumn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">September’s yellow butterflies<br>Twine together in our west garden.<br>What I feel – it hurts the heart.<br>Sadness makes my beauty vanish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you come down from far places,<br>Please will you write me a letter?<br>As far as the farthest reaches,<br>I’ll come out to welcome you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Li+Po">Li Po</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447837" data-title="The River-Captain’s Wife – A Letter de Li Po" data-description="I with my hair in its first fringe Romped outside breaking flower-heads. You galloped by on bamboo horses. We juggled green plums round the well. Living in Chang-kan village, Two small people without guile. At fourteen I married you sir, So bashf..."></div> </div> </div>

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