THE "LOOKING-FOR-HUSBAND" ROCK
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
BY LI T'AI-PO
In the attitude, and with the manner, of the woman of old, Full of grief, she stands in the glorious morning light. The dew is like the tears of to-day; The mosses like the garments of years ago. Her resentment is that of the Woman of the Hsiang River; Her silence that of the concubine of the King of Ch'u. Still and solitary in the sweet-scented mist, As if waiting for her husband's return.