Grown old, one can't collect one's work and fix up all that's wrong, so I send these poems to you, as if shown to teach a boy. Eaton, Evelyn Sybil Mary. Celestial Arts, 1990. The golden headdress of the Mandarin drake gleams in long grass near the marble steps. This magical young season banishes the clouds and wakes the land to bloom.
Fish play in the river pools catching new scales from the small petals on the surface of the water.
All night I have listened to the wise, yet failed to learn. The early sun dissolves the mist that has covered the mountain. All night I have listened to the wise, yet failed to learn. Dimly, darkly, the eternal pines rise without effort from the vanishing fog. Columbia University Press, 1984.