Poem – In my Desolation 

In my desolation
I am as duckweed:

Cut my roots and

Take me away-would the water do it,

I should go, I think. 

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Poem – I Long For Him Most

I long for him most 
during these long moonless nights. 

I lie awake, hot, 

the growing fires of passion 

bursting in my heart.
Another translation by Kenneth Rexroth:
You do not come 

On this moonless night. 

I wake wanting you. 

My breasts heave and blaze. 

My heart burns up.
Another translation:
I would meet him

But there’s no way, so on this moonless night

From my yearning the embers of my love

Send sparks leaping in my breast,

Setting my heart aflame.