Weaving-Drunk
by Hsin Chi-chi (1140-1207)
translated by Graeme Wilson
Last night, among the pines, I was weaving-drunk.
'How badly drunk?', I asked some passing tree.
When it lurched with a kindly offer of its trunk
To steady my steps, I shoved it away for me.
Friday, October 13, 2017
Weaving-Drunk
From The Spectator, 10 August 1990
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