By The Winding River I
Every day on the way home from My office I pawn another Of my Spring clothes. Every day I come home from the river bank Drunk. Everywhere I go, I owe Money for wine. History Records few men who lived to be Seventy. I watch the yellow Butterflies drink deep of the Flowers, and the dragonflies Dipping the surface of the Water again and again. I cry out to the Spring wind, And the light and the passing hours. We enjoy life such a little While, why should men cross each other? Tu Fu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth