A Confession Poem by Du Mu

A Confession

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With my wine-bottle, watching by river and lake
For a lady so tiny as to dance on my palm,
I awake, after dreaming ten years in Yangzhou,
Known as fickle, even in the Street of Blue Houses.

Monday, August 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,river
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