Chapter 27 people grow with age
people grow with age
I haggard with dreams,
Storm blows, in a stream
Poseidon carved out of marble;
And all day I've been watching
the beauty of this lady
as if i found it in a book
a painted beauty,
I delight in the fullness of my eyes
or the keenness of the ear,
Delighted in becoming wise,
For man grows with age;
but, but,
Is this my dream, or is it real?
Oh, I wish we had met
When I have a burning youth!
But I'm old in my dreams
Storm blows, in a stream
A sea god carved out of marble.
Translated by Shen Rui