Wind Rise
Yang Mu

Wind rise
Eave hells ring
Orioles dart
Curtains are raised
On the balustrade you gaze no more at flowers or bridge
But clouds in misty twilight

At wind rise, I shall remember
At wind rise, I contemplate the beautiful fear
beneath your straw hat
Wind and dust gnaw my southerner's lips

You inhabit my wavelike breast
Side by side we stand and watch the
Dusk cascade from our shoulders
Softly, so softly