Well the flowers are gone. I thought I would send out a few poems. Enjoy them. They will deserve more than cursory glance - several readings - but winter slows things down - no excuses not to.
After Reading Wang Wei,
I Go Outside to the Full Moon
Back here,old snow like lace cakes,
Candescent and brittle now and then through the tall grass.
Remorse, remorse, the dark drones.
The body's the affliction,
No resting place in the black pews of the winter trees,
No resting place in the clouds.
Mercy upon us , old man,
You in the China dust, I see in my past life.
Salt in the light of heaven.
Isolate landscape. Worlds grip.
The absolute, as small as a poker chip, moves off,
Bright moon shining between pines.
Charles Wright
Chickamauga, 1995
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