Su Tung P’o:
The Hits Without
knowing it The
snow had drifted into my room. It
is no greater accomplishment to be A rich corpse or a
poor one. Jewels
of jade & pearl Put
in the mouths of the illustrious Feed
the robbers of their tombs. Spring has come again And
the willow cotton is like snow. I
dream of the ancient poet Who
could not distinguish The peach, the cherry & the apricot. As
for literature, it is its own reward. Fortunately
fools pay little attention to it. Just a wandering bureaucrat I
have been sent to a spot where The
river enters the sea. I
have heard that here, ten feet deep In
the salt marsh, you can find traces Of
the sand, still cold, Which
bubbled up in Chong Ling Spring High on the rocky plateau. 17
June 1995 [Published in The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The
Ridge: Poems 1993-1997. © 1998 by Jim Cohn.]
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