Geisha Is Always Called Beautiful

Well, A Peach Has A Lovely Taste And So Does A Mushroom, But You Can't Put The Two Together.

And When I Raised Myself To Look At The Man Who'd Spoken, I Had A Feeling Of Leaving My Misery Behind Me There On The Stone Wall.

Now I Know That Our World Is No More Permanent Than A Wave Rising On The Ocean. Whatever Our Struggles And Triumphs, However We May Suffer Them, All Too Soon They Bleed Into A Wash, Just Like Watery Ink On Paper.

But What I Could See Out Of The Corner Of My Eye Made Me Think Of Two Lovely Bundles Of Silk Floating Along A Stream. In A Moment They Were Hovering On The Walkway In Front Of Me, Where They Sank Down And Smoothed Their Kimono Across Their Knees.

And Then I Became Aware Of All The Magnificent Silk Wrapped Around My Body, And Had The Feeling I Might Drown In Beauty. At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.