When I confront the future, a black mass, a blank expanse, Ignorant which road to choose, Wavering, confused, Then he, she, dimly emerge Seeming to be there And not there –
Zhu Ziqing (朱自清), from “Annihilation”, The Flowering of Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from the Republican Period, tr. Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zittner









