Author A. C. Graham Whirled ten years beyond all bounds, Treating myself in the taverns, drinking my own health In autumn hills and spring rain in the places where I idly sang I lolled against the pillar of every monastery in Jiangnan. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments