”Why do you want them to come out so badly, anyways?“

I DID MY WAITING
TWELVE YEARS OF IT
IN AZKABAN

Peach blossoms bloom in your cheek,
And I savour, keener still,
Your alluring charm, I drink
Your laughter, flashing like pearls.
Don’t you feel my arm
Urgently seeking your waist,
My breath on your body,
Like a swarm of fireflies immolating themselves in flame?
—  Xu Zhimo (徐志摩), from “The Rebirth of Spring”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zittner