The years, their months
turn, grave and slow, their
fall and spring, again.
Mountain flowers, mountain leaves and
each time’s new.
Sometimes I sit alone
and smile upon the child I was,
in memory now distant
and a friend.
translated by J.P. Seaton
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Leonard Durso 
Do you use your blog to host your students’ poetry?
I don’t teach those kinds of classes anymore. But when I did teach creative writing, I had the students produce their own literary magazine and I acted in an advisory capacity. We even had a short-lived literary magazine of poems by immigrants in my old ELI. Now, though, I just post the masters along with my own things.
Understood. I look forward to reading more of the work posted on your blog.
As I’m sitting daydreaming… Perfect timing.
Thanks. It’s not often that I hear my timing is perfect.
so good to be friends with the children we were…
That is a nice thought, isn’t it?