Weaving-Drunk

From The Spectator, 10 August 1990

Weaving-Drunk
by Hsin Chi-chi (1140-1207)
translated by Graeme Wilson

Last night, among the pines, I was weaving-drunk.
'How badly drunk?', I asked some passing tree.
When it lurched with a kindly offer of its trunk
To steady my steps, I shoved it away for me.