from The Old Fisherman: III by Su Shih (Su Tung-p’o)

The fisherman’s awakening: spring river’s noon.
A dream cut short by falling petals, floating like silks.
Wine awakened, drunken still, and drunk, he’s still awake.
He smiles upon this world of men, both now and gone.

translated by J.P. Seaton

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