Su Ben Poet Epitaph

An Epitaph of An Obscure Poet

—The front—

He was a homeless wanderer,
he rolled over the grass field with embracing a moonbeam
in his arms to have a good night’s sleep, and had swallowed
a burning sun to quench his thirst. He wept fallen leaves trampled
by thoughtless passers-by, for tired in wandering to find the forbidden fruit 
he kissed a nameless wild flower no one ever looked on. 

He was a lonely man, 
who had sadly smiled Pierrot’s smile,
and when, unexpectedly found a naked woman in his arms,
he set on the dusty roadside and tore his breast that was filled with
many troubled thoughts; he pulled little writhing heart out and put 
it onto his ink stained blue palm, with staring and soliloquizing
“it’s a son; it’s a son of my own.”

He was a violet eyed fool, who only had been anxious to live
in a blank space, instead to live in a glory, thought there are some beautiful reminiscence will visit him some day calmly like a bashful bride. But, Oh; who remembers today, that he had had a beautiful dream no one could deny.


                                     —The back—

A man who closed eyes exclaiming,
“tomorrow is a happiness, tomorrow is an agony,”
and asked for more turbid air, and tried to see a dazzling sun
once more, were rested peacefully under a piece of this stone.

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