Rapt in wine against the mountain rains,
dressed I dozed in evening brightness,
and woke to hear the watch drum striking dawn.
In dreams I was a butterfly,
my joyful body light.
I grow old, my talents are used up,
but still I plot toward the return. . .
to find a field and take a cottage
where I can laugh at heroes,
and pick my way among the muddy puddles
on a lakeside path.
translated by J.P. Seaton
4 thoughts on “Rapt in Wine by Su Shih (Su Tung-p’o)”
To be able to write like that.
He’s one of my personal favorites.
love this – all dreams are free
Yes, they are.