501
29.0cm x 150.0cm
A branch of bamboo stretches across this handscroll, its dangling leaves framing a poem inscribed by the artist. The verse reveals that the scene was observed by moonlight after the artist had awoken from a tipsy nap:The moon sinks low in the fourth watch, paper windows seem empty,Stirring from a drunken sleep, I prop my head and read awhile, Lofty thoughts—I force myself, but can’t help it;Ten stalks, still green in winter, cast profuse shadows.—Translation after Marc F. Wilson and Kwan S. Wong