Poems of Xue Tao
Ten Poems of Leaving: Mirror Leaves Table
Forged from solid gold, I became a mirror
And after that, I've been hanging around here for months.
Now, because I'm ridiculously covered in dust,
I cannot sit on the jade table in your hall.
That's the last of the leaving poems. They are more of an historical curiosity than poetry. I would have prefered more of the real thing.