"Despair" by Meng Chiao, copyright © 2000 by Sam Hamill. Reprinted from Crossing the Yellow River: Three Hundred Poems from the Chinese, translated and introduced by Sam Hamill. All titles at bn.com by _______ Feature on Hamill's translations. |
Meng Chiao (751-814)
Despair Despise poetry, and you’ll be named to office. But to love poetry is like clinging to a mountain: frozen, holding tight, facing death, days of sorrow followed by sorrow. The bourgeoisie are jealous of those who love poetry: they flash teeth like knives. All the old sages are long since dead, but bureaucrats still gnaw their bones. Now I’m frail, dying like a frond. All my life I sought a noble calm, a calm I could never achieve. And the noisy rabble mocked me. ![]() |
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