Poetryetc:
A Brief History
| From Outcry (worked from the Chinese of Ruan Ji) Under orchard peach and plum stray trampled paths, but when wind burns sere the leaf the fall sets in. Bright flowers fade, the thorn walks in the hall. So saddle up and ride into the everlasting high sierras. Your own time short, what form should love of wife and children take when all across the level lands the grass stands white, cold darkens in? *** A month to go inside this summer furnace: young leaves wilt, sweet resins sweat; the cool clouds stream across the sky. Seasons no sooner in than gone, moon and the hunting sun run on. Pacing, pacing desolate halls, grief knowing no friends can yet desire true company could cancel want. Reply Forward *** Freshness arrives with the fall: in the curtains crickets sing, and mind turns fretful as the heart grows dark; words are withheld, their sense suppressed. Soft air unsettles these thin sleeves, the moon sheds an unmitigated light. Perched high the cock crows in the dawn. Carriage, take me home! *** Polar cold marks terminus; escape, even by ocean, has its end. Our sun gone out, we stand alone benighted and unkinged. Better tend orchard than forever watch your back, yet see: even the vulgar sparrow sits in someone's sights. In a trice power slips the grasp; armed men defile the grave. Now loyalty's exemplars all are dead, tears cancel face. Give me a purebred from the riverlands, let me traverse my range. >>>Kasper Salonen
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