The Girls of China
I see your conscience and your sheer clean hair,
Your graceful carriage, pliant as a feather,
How when a duty of the heart is there,
You press determined little lips together;
I see your stylishness, your quiet chic,
As you walk arm in arm with a girl friend;
I see the trace of color in your cheek,
When there is something that you should defend;
I see you under your light parasol,
Transparent darkness in your clear brown eyes,
I see your odd thought and your forthright soul,
Obscurely simple and naively wise.
2 replies on “Another poem from Yichang”
I think this is one of your best. I love the transparent darkness in the clear brown eyes and the old thought and forthright soul. What an observer you are.