Li Ching Chao

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Tz'U No. 3 - Poem by Li Ching Chao

To the tune "Red Lips"

Tired of swinging
indolent
I rise with a slender hand
put right
my hair
the dew thick
on frail blossoms
sweat seeping through
my thin robe
and seeing
my friend come
stockings torn
gold hairpins askew
I walk over
blushing
lean against the door
turn my head
grasp the dark green plums
and smell them.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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