Greetings and farewells rare,
I loosen my robe and sit in idleness,
Nurturing the mystery of solitude.
This autumn courtyard's never swept.
Finding myself a walking-stick,
I just amble and stroll all idleness here
Among yellow we-t'ung leaves.
- Po Chu-I (772-846)
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