Painting Her Nails

At night they pound the vermilion newt
and stamens of buttercup;
her ten finger-tips, all transformed
into red gosling beaks.
A leisurely moment — just one tune
she plays on the jade lute:
several petals of flowering peach
float upon the waters.
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Yang Wei-chen
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