Drinking with Friends Amongst the Blooming Peonies
We had a drinking party
To admire the peonies.
I drank cup after cup till
I was drunk. Then to my shame
I heard the flowers whisper,
“What are we doing, blooming
For these old alcoholics?”
Liu Yu Hsi (772-842)
Tr. Kenneth Rexroth, Love and the Turning Year: 100 More Poems from the Chinese
I love it.
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Fabulous! Only one or two of my six peony parties ended like this, but there were several times I'm sure they were wondering.
ReplyDeleteThat's a rather lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThat's excellent!
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