Showing posts with label Xing Qijia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Xing Qijia. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2020

the taste









When young, I did not know the taste of sorrow.
I went up the tower.
 
I went up the tower
to write a poem on pretended sorrow.

By now I’ve completely tasted sorrow, but already
I do not want to speak about it.
 
I do not want to speak about it,
I only say: what a beautiful, cold autumn.



~   Xing Qijia