सोमवार, 10 मई 2010

the taste of sorrow








Gu Gan: 露 (Dew)


When young, I did not know the taste of sorrow.
I went up the tower.
I went up the tower

to write a poem on pretended sorrow.

By now I’ve completely tasted sorrow, but already
I do not want to speak about it.
I do not want to speak about it,
I only say: what a beautiful, cold autumn.



~   Xing Qijia

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