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Poet: Li Bai

I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone,

Yellow Crane Terrace

Poet: Li Bai

Here he is, my good old friend!
He’s at Yellow Crane Terrace on a western departure.
And–we’re saying goodbye, goodbye.
He’s in a cloud of third-month blossoms.