The poem
Bells of gray crystal Break on each bough-- The swans' breath will mist all The cold airs now. Like tall pagodas Two people go, Trail their long codas Of talk through the snow. Lonely are these And lonely and I .... The clouds, gray Chinese geese Sleek through the sky.
Another beautiful poem. Very simply written and the visuals are stunning. The crystal bells are delicate, fleeting. The swan's breath. Shadows of two people as chinese towers, and the reference of the Chinese geese--double images that reinerate the "foreign" nature of things. The poet makes herself a part of this poem with the pronoun I.