looking back, i saw my path

i'm wrapping my self

in the soft pale clothes of late autumn

this morning, i came across this beautiful piece of writing by the eighth century chinese poet li bai.

"down zhongan mountain to the kind pillow and bowl of husi"

down the blue mountain in the evening,

moonlight was my homeward escort.

looking back, i saw my path

lie in levels of deep shadow....

i was passing the farm-house of a friend,

when his children called from a gate of thorn

and led me twining through jade bamboos

where green vines caught and held my clothes.

and i was glad of a chance to rest

and glad of a chance to drink with my friend....

we sang to the tune of the wind in the pines;

and we finished our songs as the stars went down,

when, i being drunk and my friend more than happy,

between us we forgot the world.