Best Poem of Qiao Ji

Never counted among the dragons,
Never entered the lists of greats.
Always the wine sage,
Everywhere the verse seer. . . .
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Enjoying Leisure
I refine autumn mists in my alchemist stove
And heat pure snow in my tea boiler.
Blossoms fall and waters swirl by my thatch hut,
Like the spring breeze in places long lost.
Call a woodcutter, tip the gourd and drink the dregs of cloud-pale grog.
Lean against a screen, I'm a saint drunk on dew on a pure bed of cold . . .
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