Sunset
Sunset glitters on the beads Of the curtains. Spring flowers Bloom in the valley. The gardens Along the river are filled With perfume. Smoke of cooking Fires drifts over the slow barges. Sparrows hop and tumble in The branches. Whirling insects Swarm in the air. Who discovered That one cup of thick wine Will dispel a thousand cares? Tu Fu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth