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!
Li Ching Chao
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No reason for this, really. I just like the poem. There has been very little time to possess these moments in time around here lately. And it's been anything but quiet, so very quiet.
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But my little girl toddles and laughs, my little boy plays and spins, my beloved looks on and smiles and the world is full and rich with love.
