Staying Overnight at Willow Bank Inn

by Yang Wan-Li

Yang Wanli

When are my travels ever going to end?
My old body has come to this inn again.
The roadside pines and junipers are ten years older,
once short but now tall and stately.
The place where I stopped last night is far away;
and tomorrow, tonight will be last night.
In just an instant the present has become the past–
I’d have to be a saint not to drink wine!

Last updated August 08, 2015