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Mooring at Night by Maple Bridge

The setting moon, a cawing crow, the frost filled sky;
River maples, fishermen's flares, and troubled sleep.
From the Cold Mountain Temple, outside Suzhou,
The tolling of the midnight bell reaches the wanderer's boat.

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A NIGHT MOORING BY MAPLE BRIDGE

Moon's down, crows cry and frost fills all the sky;
By maples and boat lights, I sleepless lie.
Outside Suzhou Hanshan Temple is in sight;
Its ringing bells reach my boat at midnight.

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Chance

I am a cloud in the sky,
A chance shadow on the wave of your heart.
Don't be surprised,
Or too elated;
In an instant I shall vanish without trace.

We meet on the sea of dark night,
You on your way, I on mine.
Remember if you will,
Or, better still, forget
The light exchanged in this encounter.