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ASPEN MEADOWS Look. Listen. They are lighting The moon. Be still. I don’t want To hear again that wistful Kyriale of husbands and lovers Stop questioning me About my women. You are Not a schoolgirl nor I a Lecturing paleobotanist. It’s enough that the green glow Runs through the down on your arms Like a [...] A FORM OF WOMEN I have come far enough from where I was not before to have seen the things looking in at me from through the open door and have walked tonight by myself to see the moonlight and see it as trees and shapes more fearful because I feared what I did [...] SUMMITS Mountains bloom in spring they shine in summer they burn in autumn but they belong to winter every day we travel farther and at evening we come to the same country mountains are waiting but is it for us all day the night was shining through them and many of the birds were theirs [...] Thoughts in Night Quiet Seeing moonlight her at my bed, and thinking it’s frost on the ground, I look up, gaze at the mountain moon, then back, dreaming of my old home. — Li Po (701 – 762), Chinese Zen Poet Willows of the East Gate Eastgate’s willows … leaves full of dawn light. Evening it was we set to meet: now morning star is gazing bright. Eastgate’s willow leaves are emptied of the moonlight, evening was our rendezvous. Now morning star: and cutting shafts of sunlight. — From the Shih Ching, author unknown. |
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