From a Dream by Ch’in Kuan

Rain brings flowers to this road each spring,
flowers to paint the hills with colors.

I hike along a secret steam
Among a thousand yellow orioles.

Clouds take shapes of dragon and snake,
soaring, turning in the air.

I lie in wisteria shade, so drunk
I don’t even know directions.

translated by Sam Hamill

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