Everything
Passes
Evening rain, a leaf falling
Then another
A lute is played
The wood strung to accompany a clear voice
No friends or lovers say sweet things
You have earned
Your disappointments
You cultivate a role
A fine carriage at the door arriving for the sage
A scatter of Zen books by the pillow
Everything passes
Somehow, the poor in rags
Still find their way to heaven
Before you, green water
Blue hills
Autumn Lament
The moon allows too many memories
Lost loves
Autumn wind
Blowing through the courtyard
Takes your breath
The water-clock close by
Listening to it
Night after night
In the bridal chamber
The room you set aside
Lamp-lit now
Your hair flecked grey
River Journey
We cut downstream across the Yellow River
Heading for Wuchang city
Parrot Island
Makeshift houses
Early light
Our painted barge
Decks of lovers sleeping spoons
I have butterfly dreams
Chasing sweeter nectar
Cormorant Harbour misted over
I lost my bearings
Where did Parrot Island go
Drunk in bed all night
I sang anything that came in my head
Later, feeling rough, finding myself
On the banks of the Hanjiang
Feet still dry
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