To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" <br /> <br />When night comes, <br />I am so flushed with wine, <br />I undo my hair slowly: <br />a plum calyx is <br />stuck on a damaged branch. <br />I wake dazed when smoke <br />breaks my spring sleep. <br />The dream distant, <br />so very distant; <br />and it is quiet, so very quiet. <br />The moon spins and spins. <br />The kingfisher blinds are drawn; <br />and yet I rub the injured bud, <br />and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance, <br />and yet I possess these moments of time!<br /><br />Li Ch'ing Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-night-comes-2/
