from Long Lines Sent To Ling Hu-ch’u Before He Comes To Visit My Tumbledown Home by Po Chü-I

Serving the poetry master with writing-brush and inkstone,
I’m steadied by music and my friend, the immortality of wine,

but for lofty sentiments, I stay close to things themselves:
green moss, rock bamboo-shoots, water lilies in white bloom.

translated by David Hinton

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