Kamis, 29 November 2012

As far as memory.

drawing after Wang Zhi Jie.
I am as far as the deepest sky between clouds,
And you are as far as the deepest root and wound,
And I am as far as train at evening,
As far as whistle you can't hear or remember,
I am as far as the sleep of rivers
That stains the deepest sky between clouds,
You are as far as  invention,
And I am as far as memory,
I am as far as an infinite alphabet,
Made from yellow stars and ice,
And you are as far as sailor can see midnight,
When he's drunk and the moon is an empty cup,
You are as far as  invention,
And I am as far as  memory,
I am as far as the corners of a room,
Where no one has ever spoken,
As far as the lost four corners of the earth,
And you are as far as the space
between word and words,
As far as this room,
Where no words have been spoken,
You are as far as  invention,
And I am as far as  memory.
(From; Yellow stars and ice, Susan Stewart)

Selasa, 27 November 2012

Black anemones.

Mother, you watch me sleep
and your life is a large tapestry of all colors
of all the most ancient murmurs
knot after twin knots
root after root of story
You don't know how fearful
your beauty as I asleep
your hair is the moon of sea sung in silence
you walk with silver lions
and wait to estrange me
deep in the rug covered with sorrow
embroidered by you in a fierce symetry
binding in a thread of persian silk
the pine trees and the griffins
you called me blind
you touched my eyes
with black anemones
I am a spider that keeps spinning
from the pool in my womb
weaving through eyes
the dew of flames on the web.
(Agueda Pizarro)

Sabtu, 24 November 2012


Water's color at dusk still white
Sunsets glow in the dark gradually
Windy flowers shake like broken fan
Wave moon stirs like strings of jewels
Ducks sleeping not alone
Crickets chirping repeatedly one after another
 announcing night,
Returning steps still hesitate.
(Po Chu-i AD 835)

Selasa, 13 November 2012

Spring Clothing.

Swiftly through the years, beyond recall,
Solemn the stillness of fair morning,
I will clothe myself in spring clothing,
And visit the slopes of the eastern hill,
By the mountain stream a mist hovers,
Hovers a moment, then scatters,
There comes a wind blowing from the south,
That brushes the field of new corn.
(Tao Chien, 365-427, in New Corn,
170 chinese poems)

Sabtu, 10 November 2012


"Don't addicted to this being human,
This is only temporary."
(Robert Monroe 1915-1995)

Selasa, 06 November 2012

I taught myself to live simply.

I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
To look at the sky and pray to God,
And to wander long before evening,
To tire my superfluous worries,
When the burdocks rustles in ravine,
And the purple rasberry cluster drops,
I compose happy verses,
About life's decay and beauty,
When I come back, the brown dog
greet me at the door wagging his tail,
and the fire flares bright,
at the sound of the windy night,
occasionally a sound of raindrops breaks the silence,
If you knock on my door,
I might not even hear.
(Anna Akhmatova 1889-1966)

Minggu, 04 November 2012


"And if the earthly no longer knows your name,
Whisper to the silent earth;
'I'm flowing',
To the flashing water say;
'I am'."
(Rainer Maria Rielke, from; Sonnets to Orpheus)