On a bright moonlit night, the speaker sits down to write a poem about maple trees. But the moonlight shining into her ink is so dazzling that she cannot see clearly, and the original subject slips away. Instead, she writes only what she remembers. The result is not a nature poem but something more personal: on the wrapping, she writes the name of the person she loves, as if the poem is a message meant only for them. The speaker seems distracted, maybe even overcome, by beauty and memory. There is a gentle longing underneath the scene. The moonlight creates a quiet, dreamy, intimate mood, and the poem turns from a simple writing exercise into a tender, secret gift.
By Messenger — Summary
One night When there was a clear moon, I sat down To write a poem About maple-trees. But the dazzle of moonlight In the ink Blinded me. And I could only write What I remembered. Therefore, on the wrapping of my poem I have inscribed your name.