Library Walk: Gu Cheng, "Forever Parted: Graveyard"

NOW, ON MY HEART'S PAGE

THERE IS NO GRID TO GUIDE MY HAND,

NO CHARACTER TO TRACE,

ONLY THE MOISTURE,

THE INK BLUE DEW THAT HAS DRIPPED FROM

THE LEAVES.

TO SPREAD IT I

CAN'T USE A PEN,

I CAN'T USE A WRITING BRUSH,

CAN ONLY USE MY LIFE'S

GENTLEST BREATH

TO MAKE A SINGLE LINE OF MARKS WORTH PUZZLING OVER.

-GU CHENG (1956-), "FOREVER PARTED: GRAVEYARD"

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