The hundred rivers day and night flow on,
we and all things following;
only the heart remains unmoved,
clutching the past.
translated by Burton Watson
Month: September 2018
torn promises
there
where the torn promises
lie
so is my heart
“We’d all like to vote for the best man but he’s never a candidate.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“We’d all like to vote for the best man but he’s never a candidate.”
Written for My Own Amusement by Wang An-shih
I shut the door, hoping to drive off sorrow,
but to the very end sorrow refused to go.
Let a spring breeze come along, though, and then what happens?
I could beg sorrow to linger and sorrow would never stay!
translated by Burton Watson
Leonard Durso 