Curriculum Vitae

I’m a sorrowful child,

never grown up.

From the grassy north shore

I followed

a bright white road into

a city full of gears,

narrow alleys,

wooden shacks, each lowly heart.

In a bland haze of smoke I

keep telling green stories.

I believe in my listeners –

the sky, and sea spray.

They will cover my everything,

cover my undiscoverable

grave. I know then

the grasses and wildflowers

will gather, as the light dims,

kissing over my sorrow.


– Gu Cheng, 1980.10