It’s not new, this condition, just for awhile kept deep in the cortex of things imagined
Long I had heard of Lake Tung-t’ing And now at last I have climbed the tower.Wu is to the east, and Chu to the south,
“Look up, my dear, at the dark Constellations above.” “Dark stars under green sky.
Or else a room, and in the room five voices speaking at once and what delicious babble “sherbet” and “velvet” and “purple” and “fragrant” and “loud”—
