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Rocks like a herd of sheep on Cloud Dragon Hill
Climbing Cloud Dragon Mountain
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Su Shi 1036-1101
Drunk, I race up
Yellow Grass Hill.
The hill is strewn with rocks,
like a herd of sheep.
On top I collapse in a stupor,
a rock my bed,
To stare at the white clouds
in the boundless sky.
My song drifts down to the valley
on far-reaching autumn winds,
Passersby look up
and gaze to the southeast,
Clapping their hands, they burst out laughing,
"The prefect's gone mad!"
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Dēng Yúnlóngshān
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Sū Shì 1036-1101
Zuì zhōng zǒu shàng Huángmáogǎng,
Mǎn gǎng luàn shí rú qún yáng.
Gǎng tóu zuì dǎo shí zuò chuáng,
Yǎng kàn bái yún tiān mángmáng.
Gē shēng luò gǔ qiū fēng cháng.
Lùrén jǔ shǒu dōngnán wàng,
Pāi shǒu dà xiào shǐjūn kuáng.
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Notes: From Ron Egan's definitive book on Su Shi (Su Dongpo), Word Image and Deed In The Life Of Su Shi, Harvard University Press. Used with permission. Professor Egan teaches at the University of California, Santa Barbara, California.
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