Waking up Drunk on a Spring Day
by Li Po
Life is a huge dream
why work so hard?
all day long I drink
lying outside the front door
awakening
looking up through the trees
in the garden
and one bird singing in the flowers
bird, what season is this?
“Spring! I’m a mango bird
and the spring wind makes me sing.”
now I grow sad
very sad.
so I have some more wine
and I sing
out loud
until the bright moon
rises
what was I upset about?
I can’t remember
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