Amid seas of cloud sailed in Ou and Min
island anchorages all windblown swells,
somehow it's New Year's, and somehow
I'm gazing at my old village friend here
so far from home. I a sky-raft wanderer,
you caught amid tangles, your path lost:
how many times can we meet in this life
when farewells last ten years and more?
By Meng Hao-jan, The Mountain Poems of Meng Hao-jan translated by David Hinton.
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