like a word
on the tip
of my tongue
you hover
just out of reach
unimaginable
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In a Boat by anonymous 19th Century woman poet in Korea
Flowers were opening at the house where I spent the night;
this morning I cross a river afloat with petals.
Spring is busy like people, coming and going:
no sooner have I seen the flowers than I see them fall.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
I a poor navigator
such a little boat
such a wide sea
and I
a poor navigator
no compass
just stars
in a cloudy sky
“Democracy is coming to the USA, It’s coming through a crack in the wall” — Art of Quotation
“Democracy is coming to the USA, It’s coming through a crack in the wall” — Leonard Cohen, song quotes, song lyrics from “Democracy” Regarding the song Democracy A quarter century ago, Cohen speaks to our time with astonishing prescience — for any great artist is at bottom a seer in dialogue with eternal human problems […]
via “Democracy is coming to the USA, It’s coming through a crack in the wall” — Art of Quotation
we like a cat
we
like a cat
huddled under blankets
on a bed
in a home
it knows
escaping
that bitter wind
blowing cold
from outside
Peach-Blossom River by Chang Hsü
A bridge flies away through a wild mist,
Yet here are the rocks and the fisherman’s boat.
Oh, if only this river of floating peach-petals
Might lead me at last to the mythical cave!
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
The Autumn Brook by Hsüeh T’ao
It has turned crystal clear lately
And flows away like a ribbon of smoke
With a music like a ten strınged zither.
The sound penetrates to my pillow,
And turns my mind to past loves,
And won’t let me sleep for melancholy.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung
forever lost at 3am
all the good
erased
by a careless act
and sleep
forever lost
at 3am
for all those I lost these last few years and especially for those killed violently whether here, there, everywhere: DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC by Edna St. Vincent Millay
a picture old
here
a picture old
slightly torn
at the edges
you hold a pen
over paper
head turned
to the camera
a hint of a smile
on lips
in eyes
and now
years later
those unwritten words
haunt my nights
Leonard Durso 