In the fog we drift hither
And yon over the dark waves. At last our little boat finds Shelter under a willow bank. At midnight I am awake, Heavy with wine. The smoky Lamp is still burning. The rain Is still sighing in the bamboo Thatch of the cabin of the boat. * Lu Yu (b. 1125-d. 1209) *"Rain on the River" (I), in The New Directions Anthology of Chinese Poetry, trans. Kenneth Rexroth, ed. Eliot Weinberger (New York: New Directions, 2003) 172.
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