The
Willow-Leaf
I am in love with a child dreaming at the window. Not for her elaborate house But for a willow-leaf she has let fall I am in love with the east breeze. Not that he brings the scent of the flowering of peaches But that he has drifted the willow-leaf I am in love with the willow-leaf. Not that he speaks of green spring But that the dreaming girl Chang Chiu Ling, poète chinois (675-740) |