I always come back to this poem.
Spring Night - Su Tung-p’o (trans. A.Novick - @AmneMachin)
Spring night, one moment worth a thousand gold coins;
faint scent of flowers, shadowy moon.
Flute song from the high tower: sound soft, soft;
Swing in the courtyard, night heavy, heavy.
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Aaron also published a variant on this, here: Spring Night - after Su Shi Spring night: each golden moment brims. Faint scent of flowers, sliver of moon. Upstairs: snatches of flute song. Outside: a swing, vanishing in night. http://musepiepress.com/shotglass/aaron_novick1.html …
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