At A Banquet In The House Of The Taoist Priest Mei - Poem by Meng Haoran
In my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end,
I lifted up the curtain on a pathway of flowers,
And a flashing bluebird bade me come
To the dwelling-place of the Red Pine Genie.
...What a flame for his golden crucible
Peach-trees magical with buds !
And for holding boyhood in his face,
The rosy-flowing wine of clouds!
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