Mei Yao Ch'en
A Dream at Night
In broad daylight I dream I
Am with her. At night I dream
She is still at my side. She
Carries her kit of colored
Threads. I see her image bent
Over her bag of silks. She
Mends and alters my clothes and
Worries for fear I might look
Worn and ragged. Dead, she watches
Over my life. Her constant
Memory draws me towards death.

(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)

transl. by Kenneth Rexroth