He and I both nearing seventy,
what does it mean to meet like this?
The age of a sage king has yet to arrive,
but partings and rebellions–we have plenty of that!
Though the gate to detachment is hard to attain,
days of leisure pass quickly.
For the rest of our lives, aside from writing letters,
we’ll just be at the beck of the poetry devil.
translated by Burton Watson
Love this. Nothing changes – from someone who has hit seventy…
Amen to that.
the beck of the poetry devil
I really love this image
Glad you liked it, Sheldon. That poetry devıl seems to beckon us all.