Sunday Poesy

by layman k

from Four Verses
       by Chang Yang-hao

I was young
and now somehow I’m old.
All of my life seems
like yesterday morning.
The glare and the shade,
the water running,
       and neither is clement.
It’s better to get drunk, to sleep.
Let the sun and the moon handle rising and falling
I’ll pretend I know nothing.

(from The Shambhala Anthology of Chinese Poetry translated by J.P Seaton)