WANG WEI
The Selected Poems
« After so many years, I’m suddenly old,
And each day my hair turns whiter still
But wandering here, a glance between
All heaven and earth, who stays long?
In these twilight years, I love tranquillity
Alone. Mind free of all ten thousand affairs,
Self-regard free of all those grand schemes,
I return to my old forest, knowing empty.
No one’s ever changed white hair back;
Might as well try conjuring yellow gold.
A lone old man bone-tired and dragon-slow,
I reach this temple of ch’an stillness asking
The meaning of minds meaning—but soon
Far off, know emptiness is an empty disease.
If you want to elude the old-age disease,
There is only one way: study unborn life.
I cared enough for Way in middle age,
So now I’m settled beside South Mountain.
That healthy glow of youth fades into the dusk of old age,
A child’s dangling tufts transformed in a trice to white hair.
A single lifetime, and so many things to wound this heart:
If you don’t enter the empty gate---where will you get free? “
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I assembled these lines in freestyle from the last page reading back towards the front,
It is easy since every two lines are poetry on its own.
I identify myself with the old poet.
Everything fits, body and soul.