from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“What can you or I do? Alone, almost nothing. Yet one person – you alone – can make the difference. . . .
The failure of just one person to join, to participate, to do whatever he or she can – your failure or my failure – may mean that there is just one too few to win the fight
for sanity, and so leave the world on the road to destruction. Each of us, all of us, must do what we can.”
Archibald Cox, lawyer, professor, special prosecutor/ Watergate
Cold night rain rustles the bamboo,
And crickets tell of autumn near my bed.
How can I hold the fleeting years at bay?
I cannot keep my hair from turning white.
translated by Sung-Il Lee
Thirty springs have passed since I first came here;
Visiting the site of my past pleasure only grieves my heart.
In the yard, the pear tree still blossoms,
But those who sang and danced are gone.
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All the beautiful women thought
Every love poem I wrote
I wrote for them.
But I always felt bad
Knowing I wrote them
Just for something to do.
translated by George Messo
I saw my mother dead in a dream.
I woke up crying.
It reminded me of one holiday morning
Staring at the balloon I’d lost to the sky,
Crying.
translated by George Messo
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind”
Jorge Luis Borges, Argentinian, writer
There’s something like whiskey in the air
Makes you feel down, down . . .
If you burn with longing, missing her
When your girl is somewhere else
And you’re here
It makes you feel rough, rough . . .
There’s something like whiskey in the air
It makes a man drunk, drunk.
translated by George Messo
I gather old things,
Gather and make them into stars.
If music is the manna of love,
I just love music.
I write poems.
I write poems and gather old things,
Swapping old things for music.
I wish I were a fish in a bottle of gin.
translated by George Messo
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.”
John Dryden, English, poet, critic
There are days, I gather myself and leave,
In the smell of nets freshly hauled from the sea
Taking flight on the path of gulls
Drifting from one island to another.
There are unimaginable worlds,
Flowers open, erupt in noise,
Smoke bursts noisily from the earth.
But the seagulls, the seagulls,
Each feather bristling with haste!
There are days, blue all over me.
There are days, sunlight all over me.
There are days, delirious days . . .
translated by George Messo
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