In Response to Ziyou’s Nostalgic Poem
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
How does a toiling person spend their life?
Just like the swan goose, stopping on deep snow.
The bird may leave a footprint where it stood
Before it flies away and it forgets.
Ashes of the dead monk in the tower;
my poem lost along with broken walls.
For the emperor’s examination,
we travelled so hard, our lame mule collapsed.
(Translated with Wesley Deng)
Published in Acumen 105