Dreaming of Long Ago by Po Chü-i

I’ve grown old since our farewell, bitterly cultivating the Tao,
refining the irreconcilable heart all the way into dead ash.

I thought I’d polished the memories of a lifetime clean away—
so how is it you came stealing into my dreams again last night?

translated by David Hinton

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