Hu Shih (1891-1962)

It's all ordinary experience, 
All ordinary images. 
By chance they emerge in a dream, 
Turning out infinite new patterns. 

It's all ordinary feelings, 
All ordinary words. 
By chance they encounter a poet, 
Turning out infinite new verses. 

Once intoxicated, one learns the strength of wine, 
Once smitten, one learns the power of love: 
You cannot write my poems 
Just as I cannot dream your dreams.