Untitled Poem by Yao Sui

Sky's winds and sea's tides.
Men of the past have likewise been here.
Saints of wine, wizards of verse.
I climbed to gaze out.
Sun is far, heaven is high.
Mountains join water, vast and obscure.
Waters join sky, remote and mysterious.
Through with making a name for myself,
I laugh and chant verse;
Haven't waited for any old monk to invite me!
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Things grow, things fall;
I lie on my bed at midnight.
All about me are puppets on stage;
Man's life, unreal; like a bubble.
Who in the mist of danger
Finds light?
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Beneath my writing brush
Themes of wind and moon pass by.
Before my eyes
The number of my children increases and increases.
People ask me, "How goes it."
I tell them
The sea of men is vast;
Not a day without shifts
In life's winds and waves.
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To the passionate Mr. Wang she sent a note:
"Tonight let's meet for love;
Be sure to be there."
She waited until the wife was asleep.
Softly she tapped outside his window.