A Lotus Barge
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O sir priests, rowing back
In your barge in the evening late!
Pray, of which lotus flowers have you more,
The red or the white?
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A barge shoots down the stream!
The shrine on whose wall the night before
I scribbled a poem by the light of the moon,
Swiftly disappears.
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In essay I touched with my young lips
The dewdrops on the lotus flowers.
How cool they were!
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As to good and evil,
Ask those behind me on the bank.
I, for one, ride and play
On a hurricane.
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