A Bus RideTranslations
A Bus Ride
Tune pattern: Zhegu tian
I close my eyes and little dreams rise and fall:
The unusual now becomes the usual.
Through ceaseless wind and snow, we come and go.
There are limits to the cold and warmth we feel,
whether our journey is short or long.
Through villages dim and the wilderness vast,
The thundering wheels roll. But why such haste?
Clouds and mountains move backward. Why?
Regretting the passing of light,
both grasp at the evening sun.
Translated by Hans H. Frankel and Ian Boyden
[This poem first appeared in the artist book Peach Blossom Fish (Crab Quill Press, 1999.]