Separation. Bai Juyi remembers his friends
Sullivan Ballou: A soft breeze upon your cheek shall be my breath

Zang Zhi: Dreaming of a Dead Lady


"I heard at night your long sighs
and knew that you were thinking of me."
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
and our souls conversed and I saw her face.
She set me a pillow to rest on
and she brought me meat and drink.

I stood beside her where she lay,
and suddenly woke and she was not there:
and none knew how my soul was torn,
how the tears fell surging over my breast.

     --by Tsang Chih/ Zang Zhi
臧質 (d. 454, China), translated by Arthur Waley (1889-1966)


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