Искусствоед
Su Tung P'o (Su Shih; Zizhan)
The Turning Year
Nightfall. Clouds scatter and vanish.
The sky is pure and cold.
Silently the River of Heaven turns in the Jade Vault.
If tonight I do not enjpy life to the full,
Next month, next year, who knows where I will be?
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth
The Turning Year
Nightfall. Clouds scatter and vanish.
The sky is pure and cold.
Silently the River of Heaven turns in the Jade Vault.
If tonight I do not enjpy life to the full,
Next month, next year, who knows where I will be?
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth