Mona Lisa
Ten Lines Found Poem
Anne Hsui

She is the only one in the world,
without goodness looks,
but with the fame of beauty.
She is a myth of myths,
an implicit smile evokes a century-long question：
Who is the luckiest guy awarded?
For what the privilege laid on him?
She is a riddle of riddles：
an ambiguity of genders should converge in one
puzzle every scholar is it “she” or “he”