from Rhyming with Tzu-yu’s “Silkworm Fair” by Su Tung-p’o

I remember long ago when you and I were boys;
each year we dropped our books and raced to the fair.
Peddlers outdid each other hawking goods;
peasants stood gaping, ripe to be cheated–
when your poem came it brought back those times again.
I grieve less for home than for the years that are lost.

translated by Burton Watson

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