To the tune “Red Lips”
Tired of swinging
indolent
I rise with a slender hand
put right
my hair
the dew thick
on frail blossoms
sweat seeping through
my thin robe
and seeing
my friend come
stockings torn
gold hairpins askew
I walk over
blushing
lean against the door
turn my head
grasp the dark green plums
and smell them.
(Li Ching Chao)
More Poetry from Li Ching Chao:
- Tz'u No. 14 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 6 (Waiting For You) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 7 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 8 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- Tz'u No. 9 (Weary) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
- When Night Comes (Li Ching Chao Poem)