|of the most vile|
|Da Ming Po (1002-1035)|
From 'Poem' - (to Miss Chow, as he prepares to kill her)
"Please forgive me for the pain. My English is improving, no? You should be very proud. Such a good teacher. I too was a teacher once. I was called to the court to tutor my princess in the art of words. My princess. She was so pure and untouched. But she was a princess, and I was just a poet. When she spurned me, I saw only fire. When the flames faded, I had taken her life, so the bailiffs took mine.
"Now I've returned, to honor her memory, to compose a poem of love celebrating her virtue. No, not a poem, a living shrine, created from the essence of women... like her. I know you are not pure, like my princess. But you do have her beauty. This is a new land, a new dynasty, and I will live by its rules. In this land, you shall always be pure, for you are born under the sign of the virgin."