Long ago a white-haired gentleman
You made the present of a black gauze hat.
The gauze hat still sits on my head;
But you already are gone to the Nether Springs.
The thing is old, but still fit to wear;
The man is gone and will never be seen again.
Out on the hill the moon is shining to-night
And the trees on your tomb are swayed by the autumn wind.
translated by Arthur Waley
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Leonard Durso 
I am glad you are putting these up. I must admit, I have a love of Chinese poetry that I didn’t know of until I saw your work and these poems.
Of all the poets that I admire, these ancient Chinese poets are my favorite.