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)



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