Monthly Archives: January 2014

Low-hanging Fruit

Just because the moon, yellow and ponderous, sags half-full in the east tonight—tempting, ripe—is no reason not to reach for it

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Walking By the Harbour In January

Snow squalls at low tide hid the bumps and cracks of ice over the mudflats as time and wishful memory hide cracks and flaws in us On the wind today I thought I heard your voice from the white winter … Continue reading

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Watching Bamboo Grow (more stolen Chinese poetry)

This is the third in a series. The first two can be found by clicking the Chinese poetry category and tag links at the bottom of the post. As with the others the original Chinese is below, along with the … Continue reading

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The Moon Through Thin Gauze

It’s January— I peer through thin gauze curtains of cloud at the moon dancing alone, white and full, as you once danced in this room

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A Cohen Pastiche

In the morning the moon rises In your eyes paler than January skies The cedars are heavy with the snow of our dreams And I tell you that love was never how it seemed And you say that in your … Continue reading

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Not while you’re fucking

Originally posted on tankawanka:
Poetry arrives As foreplay or afterthought Not while you’re fucking Comes while walking or reading Not while running for your life AGG20140108 To read Songs about Sex, Death & Cicadas by Andrew Grimes Griffin, just click on…

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Frost Chrysanthemums (Chinese poetry)

Another old Chinese poem. Again, no idea who the author was. And again, worked from a literal translation by Andrew Griffin, which is below the poem. Frost Chrysanthemums In one night the autumn wind split open all the seams of … Continue reading

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