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 Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-night-comes/
