Caroling Dusk/The Serving Girl
Appearance
THE SERVING GIRL
The calabash wherein she served my food,Was smooth and polished as sandalwood:Fish, as white as the foam of the sea,Peppered, and golden fried for me.She brought palm wine that carelessly slipsFrom the sleeping palm tree’s honeyed lips.But who can guess, or even surmiseThe countless things she served with her eyes?