Three Hundred Poems
Living by the Stream (Liu Zongyuan: Living by the Stream)
Chapter 22
Long confined by official duties, fortunately I was exiled to this southern barbarian land. In leisure I neighbor with farming folk, and occasionally live like a mountain recluse. At dawn I till the dewy wild grass, at night my oar (or "leaning") strikes the stones by the creek. Coming and going, I meet no one, so beneath the blue Chu sky I sing aloud.
