Poems of Meng Jiao
Weaver-girl by the riverside.
Cowherd on the far bank.
Clear shallows still can't be crossed.
Back and forth, their longing gazes.
Meng Jiao is again being old-fashioned, writing an old-style poem, about an old myth. The myth is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The river is the Milky Way. The best telling of this story can be found in the novel "Bridge of Birds" by Barry Hughart. But I only say so because there is a slight flaw in my character...