Towards the swaying boughs.

She is a gust of wind,

Bending in parallel curves the boughs of the willow-tree.

[29]

[29]

 An Oiran and her Kamuso

Gilded hummingbirds are whizzing

Through the palace garden,

Deceived by the jade petals

Of the Emperor's jewel-trees.

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[30]

 Two Ways of Love

The wind half blows her robes,

That subside

Listlessly

As swaying pines.

The wind tosses hers

In circles

That recoil upon themselves:

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