Poetry Dispatch No. 178 | July 31, 2007
Master Liu Painted a Portrait of Me in My Old Age and Asked Me to Write a Poem About the Picture
Few hairs, made fewer by the comb;
short moustache, made shorter by the tweezers—
scratching my hair, and twisting my moustache,
when will I ever stop looking for poems?
Yang Wan-li (1124-1206)