Helen Jane Waddell

1889-1965 / Tokyo

The Rushes on the Marsh are Green

The rushes on the marsh are green,
And in the wind they bend.
I saw a woman walking there,
Near daylight's end.

On the black water of the marsh,
The lotus buds swim white.
I saw her standing by the verge
At fall of night.

All the long night I lie awake,
And sleep I cannot find.
I saw her slim as any rush
Sway in the wind.

I shut my eyes and see again
The whiteness of her throat,
On the black water of the night
Like lotus float.

translated from the Chinese; written c. 605 B.C.
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