The title of the next section is "On Hearing a Girl Folk Singer
Singing East Virginia."
Those were the days.
We strolled under blossoming cherries, 10 acres of orchard,
holding hands, kissing.
In the evening talked Lenin and Marx.
You had just started out for Peking.
I slipped my hand under her blouse and undid her brassiere.
I passed my hands over her breasts.
Her sweet breath, it was too warm for May.
I thought how the whole world, my love, could love like this.
Blossoms, the books, revolution, more trees, sweet girls,
clear springs, you took Peking.
Chairman Mao, you should quit smoking.
Don't bother those philosophers.
Build dams, plant trees, don't kill flies by hand.
Marx was another Westerner, it's all in the head,
you don't need the bomb.
Stick to farming.
Write some poems, swim the river,
those blue overalls are great.
Don't shoot me.
Let's go drinking.
Just wait.