here
the pendulum swings
on the wall
a cat cries
in the yard
the moon recedes
in a cloud
the rain pours
from the sky
my heart beats
in my chest
waiting for you
here
the pendulum swings
on the wall
a cat cries
in the yard
the moon recedes
in a cloud
the rain pours
from the sky
my heart beats
in my chest
waiting for you
there
where the ice cream parlour
once stood
an army recruiting office
Kesselman’s gone
where my mother shopped
for jewelry
the bank on the corner
where Maryanne worked
a discount clothing store
the hardware store
both Johnny and I
drove delivery trucks for
now Wicker Heaven
gone Atlantic Avenue Deli
the Arcade Movie Theatre
Woolworth’s Five & Dime
just that wind
that blows down every street
in every town
as strong as ever
in my old home
a dog barked earlier
somewhere toward the sea
the fire’s embers glow
there is peace
in the air
in my heart
morning will come
as it always does
another day older
another year fades
the hair
darker
the eyes
clearer
the heart
lighter
back then
Nightfall. Clouds scatter and vanish.
The sky is pure and cold.
Silently the River of Heaven turns in the Jade Vault.
If tonight I do not enjoy life to the full,
Next month, next year, who knows where I will be?
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
The burgeoning trees are thick with leaves.
The birds are singing on all the hills.
The east wind blows softly.
The birds sing, the flowers dance.
This minor magistrate is drunk.
Tomorrow when he wakes up,
Spring will no longer be new.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Being Present for the Moment
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