Far up river in Szechuan, <br />waters rise as spring winds roar. <br /> <br />How can I dare to meet her now, <br />to brave the dangerous gorge? <br /> <br />The grass grows green in the valley below <br />where silk worms silently spin. <br /> <br />Her hands work threads that never end, <br />dawn to dusk when the cuckoo sings. <br /> <br /> Li T'ai-po <br /> tr. Hamil<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-spins-silk/
