The peasant families have to work
hard. The woman next door keeps pounding
rice in the cold. My hostess
kneels to serve me wild
rice, Moonlight shining
on the full white plate.
Li Po
and too
such a moon is a globular bowl
of rice tipped on her rim
spilling or ever
about to. you see
the benevolence of this,
sunlight at night. It is
a cool luxury and so
crucial to the hungry:
at least one scintilla will
reach them we hope it will
not burn their tongue
and we hope it will
be enough
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