Poems of Meng Jiao
Old, Regretted Parting
With a sigh, the autumn winds began
And a sad man regretted leave-taking.
He'd long cherished his feelings for her,
Wanted to speak but choked on the words.
His heartsong is completely broken and
Now, a sadness, he can't talk about.
After leaving the only one he'd loved,
She's beyond the edge of Heaven with the moon.
I think this must be about Meng Jiao's first wife. The last line seems as if he's talking about the dead. It's not the usual use of 天涯, which can simply mean "very far away" or "beyond the horizon." This love is further away than that. Meng Jiao seems to be able to write more directly than anyone I have encountered. Even Xue Tao, who was very direct, put a kind of public face forward most of the time. Meng Jiao isn't like that. He does not care about appearances.