孟郊诗
Poems of Meng Jiao
Index
烛蛾
Moths to the Flame
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灯前双舞蛾 厌生何太切 想尔飞来心 恶明不恶灭 天若百尺高 应去掩明月 |
Before the lamp, two moths dancing. Loathing life, what a flutter they make. Do you think it came to them this was a Fierce brightness rather than an evil destruction? If Heaven were really only a hundred feet up, I'd go myself and cover up this full moon. |
-- 孟郊
废话
What an extraordinary poem. It speaks volumes (and that's something I thought I would never write). It's as if the struggles of an entire life were congealed into the cry of a single poem. And like mortal existence itself, there will never be any certainty here.