“Now how can I get myself dancers
and singers with skirts like breezes
and fans like the moving moon?”
Wu Zao (1799-1862), The Fake Image
It is auspicious and good for us
to be reminded by Wu Zao’s
venerable 19th century voice
that skirts in bygone days
were not just skirts—
but breezes or zephyrs,
undulating, serpentine,
fluttering, and swirling
like the sinuous Wind
who set down Psyche
into Eros’ clasping arms
as told in Apuleius’ Tale
of the Golden Ass—the only
Roman novel to survive intact
the sinful burnings of old books.
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