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