Passing By Waterwheel Bay by Yang Wan-li

Reading in my palanquin, I fall asleep and dream–
dream of a fishing boat, lapped by waves.
When I awake, the wind is riffling the pages of my book,
and I can’t even find the right chapter.

trans. Jonathan Chaves

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