Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to sateity
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Steam rising snow falling saki warming
Mountain's deep heat meets
Sky's crystal cold
Somewhere just about my nose
Two antinomies embracing
Each adding to each what neither could hold
Wide difference transcended, a synthesis unwound.
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