April 9, 2013 § Leave a comment
Passionate Tanka poetry written by my english language students:
Don’t just sleep all day
When sunshine falls in the room
Please open your mind
And change my heart, fall in love
I need you, and I want you
Spring is coming to me
love is coming too
but I can’t looking for
Where is my mind? In the space.
I can’t see all of things
it’s coming soon, spring to me
what happened? Something.
spring will give me a nice guy
I am waiting for the man
Love is beautiful
Everybody need one love
Also, I have love
He is handsome and funny
I remember lovely moments
The end of winter
I feel soft breeze and sunshine
would you like to go out?
maybe just needs a few times
we could share love each other
April 4, 2013 § 3 Comments
Every morning I wake, dress in the dark, go downstairs.
March 3, 2013 § Leave a comment
The night’s lazy, the moon bright. Sitting
here, a recluse plays his pale white ch’in,
And suddenly, as if cold pines were singing,
it’s all those harmonies of grieving wind.
Intricate fingers flurries of white snow,
empty thoughts emerald-water clarities:
No one understands now. Those who could
hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.
March 3, 2013 § 2 Comments
A woman alone here east of Ch’ung-ling
while you stay among Han River islands,
I look out across bright blossoms all day:
a lit path of white stretching between us.
We made clouds-and-rain love our farewell,
then nothing but autumn grasses remained,
autumn grasses and autumn moths rising,
and thoughts of you all twilight sorrow.
Will I ever see you again, ever darken
this lamp as you loosen my gauze robes?
Short and tall, spring grasses lavish
our gate with green, as if passion-driven,
everything returned from death to life.
My burr-weed heart — it alone is bitter.
You’ll know that in these things I see
you here again, planting our gardens
behind the house, and us lazily gathering
what we’ve grown. It’s no small thing.
-Li Po (A.D. 712-760)
December 20, 2012 § Leave a comment
die for it —
or the world. People
their small bodies be bound
fury of light. But
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
for everyone just
as it rises
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
September 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
Li Po (701-762)
September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
We drove all day, snaking our way from Marrakesh to Ouarzazate, down from the mountains and into the valleys, past the lush blooming almond oases, far out, driving as if to the end of the world.
Like a prehistoric landscape or a moonscape, we drove to where winds had flattened the earth, carried away all dust and debris, leaving but a dry mud cracked by the relentless sun, on which we drove
To the desert
On the crusty passageway, we came to a screeching halt at a place where the earth had opened up, a great cavernous ravine cut through the road, into which our car might have tumbled, and never found again
Taking a detour, we drove on
Until, ever so slowly, the sand began
We drove in the direction of the dunes
Until we reached Merzouga
A tiny village built by hand of terracotta clay
Barely discernable from the sea of sand
Where we stood at its shores
A Berber family invited us into their tent for a pot of strong gunpowder tea
Twarag dressed in elegant blue shawls, their inky black eyes haunted the landscape
That evening we hiked a mountain of sand for hours until we reached the summit, looked out over the dunes to Algeria.
Boarderless, seamless, endless.
Utterly open, unencumbered.
When night fell I lay down in the sand
Under the stars I felt small
Excited then terrified
“I could disappear here.”
There are things I know I should not have thrown away
My weathered Moroccan guidebook
Was the instrument on which I had played many tunes
My old companion
What compelled me to leave it on the sidewalk when it didn’t sell at the garage sale?
Now a pang of regret lingers, sharp in my chest
Why was I was so sure there would not be enough room
To hold onto all that is beloved?
September 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
Li Po (701-762)
September 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
Before my bed
There is bright-lit moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon
Lowering my head
I dream that I’m home.
Jing Ye Si (Quiet Night Thoughts) by Li Bai (Li Po)
September 12, 2012 § Leave a comment
A cougar was spotted on the island this summer
Sunning himself on Malaview Drive
When I came home from work at night
I held my flashlight tight and turned in the darkness
Looking for that pair of yellow eyes
That might be lurking
inside the tall grass
It’s early fall now
Tonight we lit the woodstove
The air was smoky and deep
In the darkness
I stumbled over the apples that had fallen into the grass
I’m not afraid of the darkness anymore
And last night I forgot to lock my door
How will I feel about you in the winter?