On the way to work each morning you walk by her:
in green grass, face upward, horseless and bronze-armored.
Not once has she glimpsed at your office building
...
Riding boots on
You came forward in the manner of sorrow
At my window
...
After my guide said chao,
I waited to see you again.
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Beyond the Atlantic's pale blue,
...
On silver wing, a rainbow word
Soars above one dream of yours
This word of bent light is made
...
Here, look at this moon:
See it walk through Beijing, pass a blood red palace,
Dip into white jade petals.
Together I bring you two
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Garden through temple window:
I have seen
where you sleep
and listened
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This is that moment of waiting
When I face my window
With two closed eyes
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