Dreams by Ai Qing

Waking hours
Are crammed with fantasy
Then dreams
Drop in to visit while you sleep

Perhaps an early childhood sweetheart
Or an old buddy arriving from far away

Grief writhes on an inner-spring mattress
Ecstatic rendezvous occur on a heap of straw

While poverty-stricken you receive gifts
When you’re affluent you get robbed

It could be a false alarm
Or the inkling that more is amiss.

treanslated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin

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