"Of what is she dreaming?
Of long nights lit with orange lanterns,
Of wine-cups and compliments and kisses
of the two-sword men."

"Out of the rings and the bubbles,
The curls and the swirls of the water,
Out of the crystalline shower of drops shattered in play,
Her body and her thoughts arose."

"The cranes have come back to the temple,
The winds are flapping the flags about,
Through a flute of reeds
I will blow a song."

"Then in her heart they grew,
The snows of changeless winter,
Stirred by the bitter winds of unsatisfied desire."

"The green and violet peacocks
Through the golden dusk
Stately, nostalgically,
Parade."