Nature
Dreaming at Golden Hill
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng (1916) · From A Feast of Lanterns (1916)
Nature
The stranger merchants faring from the east
Muffled in cotton robes, have met to feast.
They drink, they revel, and they part at will,
While moonlight floods the towers of Golden Hill.
The third watch comes, the tide begins to flow;
A fair wind follows, and in dreams I blow
The reed-pipes, and have sailed to far Yangchow.
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MLA
Tung-p’o, Su. “Dreaming at Golden Hill.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/su-tung-po/3/.
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Tung-p’o, Su. “Dreaming at Golden Hill.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/su-tung-po/3/.
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