Li Qingzhao


To the Tune of Like a Dream

	I always remember the sunset
	   over the pavalion by the river.

	So tipsy, we could not find our way home.

	Our interest exhausted, the evening late,
	   we tried to turn the boat homeward.

	By mistake, we entered deep within the lotus bed.

	Row!  Row the boat!

	A flock of herons, frightened,
	   suddenly flew skyward. Lucy Chow Ho