China

And so I dreamed that my heart did not hurt
It is a porcelain bell in yellow China
Hangs on the pagoda motley and quietly rings
In an enamel sky, teasing flocks of cranes

And a meek girl in a dress of red silk
where wasps, flowers and dragons are embroidered in gold
with tucked legs quietly without thought, without words
listens attentively to quiet-quiet ringing

Gumilyov N.S.