P’eng-li commands three rivers.
Mount Lu masters other hills.
White sand cleans the waterway.
Green pines cover hanging crags.
The water: since when, it flows?
This mountain: since when, its being?
Man’s fate changes from this to that!
These forms alone stay forever.
Within the distant reach of the cosmos,
Past, present, in order, first, last.
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they always smile
when I buy a ticket
to a show there
last time Hamlet
today ballet
figuring this
couldn’t be in Turkish
dance is
after all
a language of its own
so is a smile
to brighten this day
on a non-Thanksgiving
in Istanbul
they float in the air
those tunes
those lyrics
transporting me
five thousand miles
five six decades
there in ancient songs
lie thoughts
of home
Thinking of you, in autumn night,
Strolling, chanting the cool air.
Empty mountain: pine cones fall.
Secluded man: staying up, still?
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on land on sea
wherever I wander
these ghosts
who accompany me
smile benignly
at these
my remaining years
oh what joy
an extra piece
of chocolate cake
a child’s smile
laughter
in the morning
Whose jade-flute is this, notes flying invisibly
Scatter into spring winds, filling City of Loyang?
Hearing the “Break-a-Willow-Twig” tonight,
Who can withhold the surge of thoughts of home?
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We're the sum of ourselves.
As opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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