some time toward dawn
a shot of whiskey
burns its way
down my throat
in memory
of you
and all the talking
we had
and all the talking
we missed
friendship
from Nineteen Old Poems by an anonymous Chinese poet
A friend who is not firm as a great rock
Is of no profit and idly bears the name.
translated by Arthur Waley
from a line by Wang Po: for Mike Harrison
where the road forks
my feet went left
yours right
decades past
miles seas continents apart
lost to each other
now found again
where the roads meet
in space
from a line by Li Po: old friend your heart
gone the sun
halfway round the world
to you old friend
your heart
my heart
halves of a whole
and this night
coming your way
with my heart
on its way
from Pouring Out My Feelings after Parting from Yüan Chen by Po Chü-i
With friends it’s not how many you have
but only whether they share your heart or not.
translated by Burton Watson
talk about: for my friends
you talk about
everything
and nothing
and somehow
the time flies
till the next time
you talk about
nothing
and everything
remembering fresh figs: for Ali Rıza Esmen
we scamper
among the trees
Ali and me
two kids again
in a farmer’s field
plucking figs
from trees
and giggling
as we split them open
to taste their sweetness
guilty pleasure
a break from work
washing our hands
in the sprinklers
before climbing back
into a waiting car
to return
to the business
at hand
just like Neil Young: for Gene & David
genegenegene
do you remember
daviddaviddavid
the three of us
and me singing
cowgirl in the sand
just like neil young
in a park somewhere
’cause i was singing
and dancing to it
today in my living room
remembering
you two and me
and how once upon a time
we were young
and so was the world
so was the world
friendship
never
a one way
street
from a line by Li Po
old friends
on the shore
fading smiles
in the mist
you wave
moving off
all lost
in shadows
