I have moved to this home of Immortals.
Wild shrubs bloom everywhere.
In the front garden, trees
spread their branches for clothes racks.
I sit on a mat and float wine cups
in the cool spring.
Beyond the window railing
a hidden path leads away
into the dense bamboo grove.
In a gauze dress
I read among my disordered
piles of books.
I take a leisurely ride
in the painted boat,
and chant poems to the moon.
I drift at ease, for I know
the soft wind will blow me home.
— Living in the Summer Mountains by Yü Hsüan-chi
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