Monthly Archives: June 2013

Under the Lindens

Under the Lindens We’re short five sages and a bamboo grove—guess it’s just you and me, crow

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Poets, thieves and liars (Part II)

Originally posted on tankawanka:
In particular, White is outraged that Hitchens would say that “proteins and acids … constitute our nature.” White says no poet would concede this. I would say that no contemporary poet worth his or her salt…

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June Sirens Wail

June sirens wail—but not for these iris petals fading from purple.

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Variations on a Moon Haiku

Variations on a Moon Haiku I’ve worn the old moon round and smooth this June, and stained the white to yellow We waited so long for the moon this June—now look, it’s ancient, yellow I’ve waited in June long centuries … Continue reading

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The Moon Turned White

The Moon Turned White The moon turned white watching us through the green curtains of the willow tree

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a version of a Midnight Song by Li Yu, C. E. 937-978 (poems from old notebooks, September 2005)

Here’s another relic from when I was trying to steal from the old, dead Chinese poets, trying to move their poems closer to us in time and space. The original can be found here. How Can a Man Escape Life’s … Continue reading

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No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013)

No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013) A north wind here in late June tears the petals from the Province House poppies. The limbs of oaks and maples creak under the weight of crows, gaping, red-mouthed. … Continue reading

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