Brimmed Whole by Tu Fu

A river moon only a few feet away, storm-lanterns
alight late in the second watch. . .Serene

flock of fists on sand–egrets asleep when
a fish leaps in the boat’s wake, shivering, cry.

translated by David Hinton

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