In your room, whatever you hang on your wall—
an image of a horse, a picture of the masters,
or even a sketch of St. Petersburg—
will become your self-portrait.
And on the street you walk, whatever you look at,
whichever tree, or whatever kind of person
you encounter, you too are one of them . . .
you, then, have no basis to be self-righteous.
From The Silk Dragon II: Translations of Chinese Poetry, published 2024 by Copper Canyon Press. By arrangement with the publisher. Copyright © 2024 by Arthur Sze. All rights reserved.