Brain - Emily DICKINSON
THE brain is wider
than the sky,
For, put them side by
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The brain is deeper
than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The brain is just
the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
Great Pain - Emily DICKINSON
After great pain,
a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical,
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought--
A Wooden way
A Quartz contentment, like a stone--
This is the Hour
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow--
First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go--
Flower - Jack KEROUAC
on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon
city blues - 121th Chorus - Jack KEROUAC
Everything is in the same
It doesnt matter how much money you have
It's happening feebly now,
I can taste uneaten food
In the next city
I can feel the iron railroads
I cant tell the difference
between mental and real
It's all happening
It wont end
It'll be good
The money that was to have been spent
the backward nations
of the world, has already been
in Forward Time
Forward to the Sea,
the Sea Comes back to you
there's no escaping
you're a fish
nets of summer destiny
While Drunk in Lake-View Pavilion on the 27th Day of the
Sixth Month - SU DONGPO(1037- 1101)
Black cloud fly
ink not cover hills
White rain leap drops random into boat
Sweep earth wind come suddenly blow disperse
View lake downstairs water like sky
| The inky clouds
fly in, but do not hide the hills,
As random drops of white rain leap into the boats.
A sudden wind arrives and sweeps across the earth,
Below I see the lake a mirror of the sky.
Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
From The Essential Basho, Translated
by Sam Hamill. Published by Shambala in Boston, 1999.
Were My Death - Paul
You were my death:
you I could hold
when all fell away from me.
After I Die - Fernando
If, after I die, they should
want to write my biography,
There's nothing simpler.
I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death.
In between the one thing and the other all the days are
I am easy to describe.
I lived like mad.
I loved things without any sentimentality.
I never had a desire I could not fulfil, because
I never went blind.
Even hearing was to me never more than an
accompaniment of seeing.
I understood that things are real and all different from
I understood it with the eyes, never with thinking.
To understand it with thinking would be to find them
One day I felt sleepy like
I closed my eyes and slept.
And by the way, I was only Nature poet.
Translated by J.Griffin.
Alone By Moonlight - LI PO
A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
IN the third month the town of Hsien-yang
Is thick-spread with a carpet of fallen flowers.
Who in Spring can bear to grieve alone?
Who, sober, look on sights like these?
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are portioned and disposed;
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a thousand things obstinately hard to prove.
When I am drunk, I lose Heaven and Earth,
MotionlessI cleave to my lonely bed.
At last I forget that I exist at all,
And at that moment my joy is great indeed.
If high heaven had no love for wine,
There would not be a Wine Star in the sky.
If Earth herself had no love for wine,
'There would not be a city called Wine Springs.
Since Heaven and Earth both love wine,
I can love wine, without shame before God.
Clear wine was once called a Saint;
Thick wine was once called "a Sage."
Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and hsien?
At the third cup I penetrate the Great Way;
A full gallonNature and I are one ...
But the things I feel when wine possesses my soul