Going cleanly shod and faultlessly adorned,
With fluttering blue-green sleeves that wake the poetic soul,
This perfect Narcissus drinks the immortal dew,
Its golden flesh, its jade-like skin, its very nodes, are fragrant.

—Leung Shau-Yan (source: The National Horticultural Magazine (April 1956). Translated by A.G. Wenley, director, Freer Gallery of Art.)

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