July 17, 2012

Yang Jian


A wild duck cries on a winter lake
alone and meek
I sit on a cold stone bench
looking at the water, alone and meek

Had we known we were two lambs
on our way to the slaughter
I’d weep, you’d also weep
in this floating world

translated from the Chinese by Fiona Sze-Lorrain

from Rattle #36, Winter 2011
Buddhist Poets

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