On Gaien Higashi Dori
Sunday, October 5
I lie on my back, river pavilion warmth, intone poems, gaze over the fields.
Flowing water -- my mind doesn't try to keep up;
lingering clouds -- my thoughts match their slowness.
Silently, silently, spring about to end;
Joyful, joyful, each thing in its own nature.
Can't go home to my old woods yet -- to battle gloom I make myself write poems.
Du Fu (712-770 A.D.)