Climbing to Canopy Pavilion on a Summer Day by Ts’ai Ch’ueh

A paper screen a stone pillow a square bamboo bed
a book falls from my hand during a midday dream
I wake up pleased and smile to myself
at the sound of a fisherman’s lute on the waves

translated by Red Pine

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