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Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Wan Chu, my adoring husband, has returned from another trip selling trinkets in the provinces. He pulls off his lavender shirt as I lie naked in our bed, waiting for him. He tells me I am the only woman he’ll ever love. He may wander from one side of China to the other, but his heart will always stay with me. His face glows in the lamplight with the sincerity of a boy when I lower the satin sheet to let him see my breasts. Outside, it begins to rain on the cherry trees he planted with our son, and when he enters me with a sigh, the storm begins in earnest, shaking our little house. Afterwards, I stroke his back until he falls asleep. I’d love to stay awake all night listening to the rain, but I should sleep, too. Tomorrow Wan Chu will be a hundred miles away and I will be awake all night in the arms of Wang Chen, the tailor from Ming Pao, the tiny village down the river.