Fans the floral leaves of bright bamboo
Green is green beyond green of green,
The waves of abundant growth flood
The nostrils, eyes, and every other opening.
Every age is every age, renewed florid fertility.
Like mine own, the red earth
Ripened by the sun, sorghum sweet,
Poured into a syrup that clings a cloying note,
Holding down the throat and shocking any conscience.
In time, in time, in time, in time,
Like the most famous of Guizhou's famous wines.
It is a filling intoxication,
I was filled with it, as I drank of you.