Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | March 9, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: On Sharing a Husband

by Ho Xuan Huong (1772 – 1822).

 

On Sharing a Husband

 

Screw the fate that makes you share a man.

One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other’s cold.

 

Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,

once or twice a month, oh, it’s like nothing.

 

You try to stick to it like a fly on rice                                                5

but the rice is rotten.  You slave like the maid,

 

but without pay.  If I had known how it would go

I think I would have lived alone.

 

(translated by John Balaban)

 

Notes:

http://www.aprweb.org/issues/sept00/balaban.html

http://www.vietnamlit.org/wiki/index.php?title=Ho_Xuan_Huong

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