composition in drunkenness

I’m drunk – my joy is boundless –
In every way better than not being drunk:
Each time I move it’s a dance,
Each time I speak it’s a poem.

Chang Yüeh

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eyes

Above the bed the roof leaked,
no place was dry,
And the raindrops ran down like strings,
without a break.
I have lived through upheavals and ruin
and have seldom slept very well,
But have no idea how I shall pass
this night of soaking.

Du Fu