Impromptu Verse, again
Su Tung-P’o
1037-1101 CE
(translated by William P. Coleman)
With white hair that the wind’s blown — frosted, loose —
in this small pavilion, I lie on a rattan mat seeming sick.
The doctor says spring sleep is beautiful;
The Taoist softly rings the bell for 5th watch.
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