Lost - Poem by Kong Yin
I'm a rash and reckless rascal
always losing this and that -
not so long ago I lost the scarf you gave me
and when I stooped down to chat with a dandelion I lost a shoe
and in the blink of an eye my beloved painting brush disappeared
without a trace
and the bookmark I lost the other day must have been picked up
by the wind?
and as for that little poem that
slipped out of my diary,
it must be locked in someone's drawer?
It's cloudy today, and it's getting windy
I went for a stroll on the mountain
and heard an old tune
hummed by several trees
I listened and listened, lost in fascination
Oh no! I lost something else today -
I lost myself
if you should see the 'lost' sign
hanging around my neck
won't you stop and rub my head and lead me back home?
(Written by Kongyin,
translated by Prof. Jan Walls)
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