To the tune "Red Lips" <br /> <br />Tired of swinging <br />indolent <br />I rise with a slender hand <br />put right <br />my hair <br />the dew thick <br />on frail blossoms <br />sweat seeping through <br />my thin robe <br />and seeing <br />my friend come <br />stockings torn <br />gold hairpins askew <br />I walk over <br />blushing <br />lean against the door <br />turn my head <br />grasp the dark green plums <br />and smell them.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tz-u-no-3/
