The Garden Of Bright Waters

One Hundred And Twenty Asiatic Love Poems


Translated by Edward Powys Mathers

1920




Dedication: To My Wife




INTRODUCTION

Head in hand, I look at the paper leaf;
It is still white.

I look at the ink
Dry on the end of my brush.

My soul sleeps.
Will it ever wake?

I walk a little in the pouring of the sun
And pass my hands over the higher flowers.