Poems of Meng Jiao
Poem for a Chance Meeting
I don't do well with a sword.
And I do worse with women.
With a sword, I cut myself.
With women, I do worse.
The dangerous roads are not so long.
Ten steps will suffice to do you in.
Real love doesn't come too often.
One night and you spirit is broken.
I'd say this is a mature Meng Jiao, still on the road, not yet remarried, in his thirties. No self-pity here. He's just saying that's how it is for him. I still think that he remains quite young inside. But he's wearing it well. Getrude Stein said that forever and always, we are young men and women. It's not a bad thing. I also take this poem as a vindication of my thinking that Meng Jiao is idealistically a swordsman but would never strap one on. He has done and it didn't suit him.