| Window on Chinese Poetry |
�For ten years, living and dead have drawn apart� by Su Shi For ten years, living and dead have drawn apart. I do nothing to remember but I can not forget your lonely grave a thousand miles away. Nowhere can I talk of my sorrow. Even if we met, how would you know me my face full of dust my hair like snow? In the dark of night, a dream: suddenly, I am home you by the window doing your hair I look at you and can not speak. Your face is streaked by endless tears. Year after year, must they break my heart? These moonlit nights? That low pine grave? |
Poem of the month for May, 2005 |