#270 Looking at the Moon After Rain (Li Po, trad. Amy Lowell and Florence Ayscough)

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LOOKING AT THE MOON AFTER RAIN

The heavy clouds are broken and blowing, 

And once more I can see the wide common stretching beyond the four sides of the city. 

Open the door. Half of the moon-toad is already up, 

The glimmer of it is like smooth hoar-frost spreading over ten thousand li. 

The river is a flat, shining chain.  

The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills; 

After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea. 

Because I love it—so—round as a fan, 

I hum songs until the dawn.