the heart believes
what it believes
the morning after
because the heart
has a logic
all its own
Month: January 2019
In Memory: “When it’s over.. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“When Death Comes”
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver, 1935-2018, poet, Pulitzer Prize
anniversaries
the 5th of the month
slipped by and I
almost unaware
of what it means meant
perhaps it was New Years
lingering still
with its too many
associations of things
gone wrong
and the knowledge
that January
has always been
for me
a long long month
to endure
with dates I cannot
confront alone
and yet alone
is how I confront
them now
the 29th still
looming in the near
future the past
and all this
other stuff
circling around
my head
cannot dim
that memory
perhaps alone
is best
because big boys
don’t
you know
at least in public
and I am
a big boy
after all
in public
these days
The Moon in the Well by Yi Kyu-bo
A monk grew enamored of the moon in a well,
So he drew moonlit to pour in a jar.
When he came back to the temple, he found,
As he lifted the jar, the moon was gone.
translated by Sung-il Lee
what lingers: for Angela
what lingers
in the mind’s eye
is the sparkle
in your eyes
“Between two evils, I generally like to pick the one I never tried before.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Between two evils, I generally like to pick the one I never tried before.”
— Mae West, actress
Ahhh, Angela
Ahhh, Angela
angel of the evening
wrap me
in your velvet arms
lay my head
upon your tender breasts
let me sleep
like the baby
I never was
Angela’s smile
the hint of mischief
in Angela’s smile
the lips full
of playfulness
the hair framing her face
cascading on her shoulders
a leg slightly bent
she leans to one side
and promises much
in her eyes
Cold Pine Pavilion by Chang Yon-u
The moon is bright over Cold Pine Pavilion;
The autumn waves are calm on Mirror Lake.
Crying, a seagull flies away only to return;
The bird over the sand must have a message for me.
translated by Sung-Il Lee
Waiting for My Love by Nung-un
My love said he would come at moonrise;
The moon has risen, but he has not come.
I presume that where my love lives
The mountain is so high the moon rises slowly.
translated by Sung-Il Lee