Gray Room

Although you sit in a room that is gray,

Except for the silver Of the straw-paper,

And pick At your pale white gown;

Or lift one of the green beads Of your necklace,

To let it fall;

Or gaze at your green fan Printed with the red branches of a red willow;

Or, with one finger,

Move the leaf in the bowl— The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia Beside you… What is all this?

I know how furiously your heart is beating.