Li Qingzhao


To the Tune of Like a Dream

	Last night a sprinkling of rain,
	   a violent wind.

	After a deep sleep, still not recovered
	  from the lingering effect of wine,

	I inquired of the one rolling up the screen;

	But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms
	   are still the same."

	"Oh, don't you know, don't you know?

	The red must be getting thin,
	   while the green is becoming plump." Lucy Chow Ho