Today, I came across this poem by Su Shi (苏轼, also known as Su Dong Po, b. January 8, 1037 – d. August 24, 1101), one of the Four Great Song Calligraphers, which moved me greatly, so I thought I would share it with you. I don’t have much to say after reading a poem like this.
Ten years living and dead have drawn apart
I do nothing to remember
But I cannot forget
Your lonely grave a thousand miles away…
Nowhere can I talk of my sorrow –
Even if we met, how would you know me
My face full of dust
My hair like snow?
In the dark of night, a dream: suddenly, I am home
You by the window
Doing your hair
I look at you and cannot speak
Your face is streaked by endless tears
Year after year must they break my heart
These moonlit nights?
That low pine grave?
(Copied from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su_Shi)