Poems of Meng Jiao
Seeing off Cui Yinliang, who failed his exams
Heaven and Earth has a single Spirit
Which uses us in its peculiar way.
Melancholy men write bitter poems and,
Like sages, sing them with gusto.
A gentleman's knowledge is not shallow
And medicating only makes you sadder.
When New Year celebrations break off and
It's time to go, just keep dancing.
Your pure essence is like cut jade.
Your pure poems are like rushing rivers.
Young dragons, until they transform,
Have to swim with fish and softshell turtles.
You've gone to make your own way home.
When you get there, put on your hermit's clothes.
One gets the feeling that Meng Jiao is the mid-Tang's father figure for failers of Imperial exams. He makes them feel it was better to have failed. "Medicating" expresses the use of 桂枝 or "cassia twigs" which, while completely unlike marijuana, served the same purpose. One of the women poets I translated chewed quite a bit of cassia and remarked on its effects in one poem.
I only say "women" to narrow your search. I can't remember which woman -- but it wasn't any of the "men" poets. As far as poets go, poets are poets. Anna Akhmatova is the greatest poet in Western Civilization and had bigger balls than most men have ever had. If her translators had any, they'd stop saying "greatest female poet in Western etc." when they praise her.