Author Jonathan Chaves At night they pound the vermilion newt and stamens of buttercup; her ten finger-tips, all transformed into red gosling beaks. A leisurely moment ā just one tune she plays on the jade lute: several petals of flowering peach float upon the waters. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments