孟郊诗
Poems of Meng Jiao
Index
小隐吟
A Little Solitude
我饮不在醉 我欢长寂然 酌溪四五盏 听弹两三弦 |
I drink but I don't get drunk. I'm happy that I've long been quiet. From the creek, I draw four or five cups. On my lute, I pluck two or three strings. |
炼性静栖白 洗情深寄玄 号怒路傍子 贪败不贪全 |
Training my spirit to be quiet, solitary, and clear, I purge emotions, going deep into the darkness. Then I howl in frustration by the side of the road -- I want to be defeated. I don't want to be whole. |
-- 孟郊
废话
I find this a truly exciting poem. The last two lines accomplish so much. From some remote solitude, we are thrust upon the road (the one we started on?). From the silent darkness in the heart of Sitting Forgetting comes the howl of a conflicted heart. And then the amazing final line. Meng Jiao wants to be defeated. Don't we all? But defeated by what? Is it different for everyone or a fundamental human desire? Isn't it simply our fear of wholeness? And if you think you do not want to be defeated, isn't that the pre-emptive surrender of not approaching wholeness?