An Empty Vessel

As the wine went, the night came.
My clothes are filled with petals…
Drunkenly, I stagger to the stream,
To find the moon below and above.
A distant bird, distant people.



5 thoughts on “An Empty Vessel

  1. I tend to dislike -ly words in poetry. I think it would read much cleaner as “Drunk, I stagger to the stream.” It’s smoother and has more punch.

    Other than that, though, I love it! I’m interested in the relevance of the (what I assume to be) Chinese below the poem.

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