Arthur Waley,
A Hundred and Seventy Chinese Poems…
(1919)
“ Sometimes I sweep the flagstones of the terrace; Sometimes, in the wind, I raise my cup and drink. The flower-branches screen my head from the sun; The flower-buds fall down into my lap. Alone drinking, alone singing my songs I do not notice that the moon is level with the steps. The people of Pa do not care for flowers; All the spring no one has come to look. ”
