lovers
who play games
risk losing
the love
they plot
to keep
Month: November 2015
from an untitled poem by Li Shang-yin
Never let your heart open with the spring flowers:
One inch of love is an inch of ashes.
translated by A.C. Graham
No More of This!
Source: No More of This!
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tanka 1 by Yosano Akiko
No camellia
Not plum for me,
No flower that is white.
Peach blossom has a color
That does not ask my sins.
translated by Geoffrey Bownas & Anthony Thwaite
this ring
this ring I wear
for fifty odd years
is all that’s left
of a man
apart from a tie pin
an ashtray
some pictures
to chronicle
he passed by
this way
and imprinted
my life
Written at Chulin Temple by Chu Fang
The months and years compel our lives
here the mist and clouds abound
how many times will I again know
the welcome of Chulin Temple
translated by Red Pine
On Sound by Wei Ying-wu
Ten thousand things are heard when born,
But the highest heaven’s always still.
Yet everything must begin in silence,
And into silence it vanishes.
translated by Irving Y. Lo
within
we seek home
outside ourselves
when all the while
it is within
sea of sadness
sea of sadness
constantly lapping
at the shore
Leonard Durso 