Explore Poems: The Mind

甚矣吾衰矣。
怅平⽣、交游零落，只今余⼏！
⽩发空垂三千丈，⼀笑⼈间万事。
问何物、能令公喜？
我见青⼭多妩媚，料青⼭见我应如是。
情与貌，略相似。

⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。
想渊明、《停云》诗就，此时风味。
江左沉酣求名者…

I had it in the night, the image,
but lacked the energy or will
to magic my body through
my own fourth …

constellations of dimwitted substrate
twinkle like formless apparitions.
i keep walking forward
so your…

The money of  the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we…

Firemen cut the car open like a cake but when
they reached through the windshield to pull me out
they …

to the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…

I'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…

1 Plants and rocks lay under night sky; ground is a subject of sky; the relation's a force.
I combine…

Unto seventy years and seven,
   Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
   And …

What if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard?

There was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based…

Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
                         speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
                                       of life that springs up,
little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.

in the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
repopulate serpentine deltas

I was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…

O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,

new fallen from heaven, 
one with…

Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable

from the…

Desember adalah penggaris yang lurus, lurus sekali,
dan putus dalam kelurusannya. Putus yang
tersembunyi dalam patahannya sendiri, putus yang
melihat kesunyian dari patahannya sendiri.

Dan angin, dan yang mengerang di bawah penggaris,
dan berkata, dan besok—Januari—Januari—akan
datang melalui jalur yang lalu. Jalur dengan bau
rempah-rempah, gula, kopi,...

December is a straight ruler, very straight,
and broken in its straightness. A break
hidden in its fracture, a break that
sees silence from its fracture.

And wind, and what groans below a ruler,
and speaking, and tomorrow—January—January—will
come along a past path. A path that...

We should not mind so small a flower 
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the …

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish…