Solitary Living in Early Winter
This innermost room, with little to do,
is adequate to commit my plain life to.
Drink a bit, and I forget my clothes are thin,
an idea, and I let my brush run aslant.
Wind at the eaves, and the maple sheds its leaves,
on the wet stones chrysanthemums fade.
All day with no guests visiting me,
I've perused books, delighted to learn.
is adequate to commit my plain life to.
Drink a bit, and I forget my clothes are thin,
an idea, and I let my brush run aslant.
Wind at the eaves, and the maple sheds its leaves,
on the wet stones chrysanthemums fade.
All day with no guests visiting me,
I've perused books, delighted to learn.
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