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(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)


I sat srinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.

Li T'ai-po
tr. Waley

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Comments (3)

Typo: 1st line: srinking should be drinking
A beautiful imagery. I liked it...
...an air of peace envelopes the scene ★