After Ch'u Yuan

I will get me to the wood
Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,
By the silver–blue flood move others with ivory cars.
There come forth many maidens
to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend.
For there are leopards drawing the cars.

I will walk in the glade,
I will come out of the new thicket
and accost the procession of maidens.

Ezra Pound