Country Cottage
A peasant's shack beside the
Clear river, the rustic gate
Opens on a deserted road.
Weeds grow over the public well.
I loaf in my old clothes. Willow
Branches sway. Flowering trees
Perfume the air. The sun sets
Behind a flock of cormorants,
Drying their black wings along the pier.

                Tu Fu,  translated by Kenneth Rexroth