micelle:

annleckie:

sonatagreen:

English translations of foreign-language poetry be like

My rival dresses to display her legs,
and her shoes are of an alluring fashion;

but my shoes are comfortable
and my tunic is plain.

She holds the most prestigious position in the women’s dance performance,
while I sit in the audience.

I dream that someday when you awaken
you will know that what you sought was always here.

You and I walk together,
you in the coarse and tattered trousers of a common working man;

we sit on a bench in the park, laughing together,
and nothing seems difficult.

Wait, which #radchaaipopsong is this.

@kontextmaschine