We met in a coastal village
spent a lovely night without leaving an address
going separate ways. Three years later
we meet again by coincidence.
three years spun a novel
They fail to recognize themselves
as though meeting in another story
for an encounter.
One asks: Who are you, so cold and weary
The other says: I only know a thread is loose on my sweater
The more you pull it, the more it lengthens
until I completely vanish.
“To Be Elsewhere” BY HSIA YÜ
TRANSLATED FROM THE CHINESE BY KAREN AN-HWEI LEE
Source: Poetry (June 2011).