Li Ch'ing-chao

To The Tune Of &Quot;Telling My Most Intimate Feelings&Quot; - Poem by Li Ch'ing-chao

When night comes,
I am so flushed with wine,
I undo my hair slowly:
a plum calyx is
stuck on a damaged branch.
I wake dazed when smoke
breaks my spring sleep.
The dream distant,
so very distant;
and it is quiet, so very quiet.
The moon spins and spins.
The kingfisher blinds are drawn;
and yet I rub the injured bud,
and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance,
and yet I possess these moments of time!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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