Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OLD POEM: 16, by ANONYMOUS


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OLD POEM: 16, by                    
First Line: "the bright moon, oh, how white it shines"
Last Line: Falling tears wet my mantle and robe
Subject(s): Absence;china - Early Period (to 200 B.c.); Separation;isolation


THE bright moon, oh, how white it shines,
Shines down on the gauze curtains of my bed.
Racked by sorrow I toss and cannot sleep.
Picking up my clothes, I wander up and down.
My absent love says that he is happy,
But I would rather he said he was coming back.
Out in the courtyard I stand hesitating, alone.
To whom can I tell the sad thoughts I think?
Staring before me I enter my room again;
Falling tears wet my mantle and robe.





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