The Willow-Leaf
I am in love with a child dreaming at the window. Not for her elaborate house On the banks of the Yellow River; But for a willow-leaf she has let fall Into the water. I am in love with the east breeze. Not that he brings the scent of the flowering of peaches White on Eastern Hill; But that he has drifted the willow-leaf Against my boat. I am in love with the willow-leaf. Not that he speaks of green spring Coming to us again; But that the dreaming girl Pricked there a name with her embroidery needle, And the name is mine. From the Chinese of Chang Chiu Ling (675-740)