A Writer's Ruminations

"It was at a wine party—
I lay in a drowse, knowing it not.
The blown flowers fell and filled my lap.
When I arose, still drunken,
The birds had all gone to their nests,
And there remained but few of my comrades.
I went along the river—alone in the moonlight."

— Li Po, “The Solitude of Night“ (translated by Shigeyoshi Obata)