I am beauty, as a dream of jade
And my body, bruised where everyone stands
Has now been awakened by poetry, in a manner of love
That is eternal but silent

It is like a temple of earth
Along which columns of clay gush out
Which observes us, and all of man through an unfamiliar gaze

Never have I laughed, never have I cried
For I detest the flow of such emotion
All I do is but stand still, silent as a cemetery
Unblessed, cursed, revered by all of man