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NIGHT TRAVELING

 

Fine grass, slight wind,

Tall mast, night boat;

Stars hang, vast plain,

Moon bobs in trout’s mouth.

 

Great name, small man,

Body bent, resigned.

Drift I, black hull,

Earth, sky, lone gull.

— Tu Fu (712–770)

translated by Richard O’Connell

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