At home we fenced with traveling swords,Cutting at this and that like idle lords;The two of us, like towns around a turn,Will drift apart as soon as I return. Riding horses over the moon bridge south,We follow the light to the road fork’s mouth;Arriving at last …
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As the sun dies down I lie in the lake pavilion,Heart disturbed and drawn by various affairs;Sleep ruined, I wake and drink, intoxicated,Sitting and waiting in the cool night air. Rain in the pines has sent my rattan hat afloat,The river wind has pierced my hempen …
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