Robert Frost's Banjo

A miscellany like Grandma’s attic in Taunton, MA or Mission Street's Thrift Town in San Francisco or a Council, ID yard sale in cloudy mid April or a celestial roadmap no one folded—you take your pick.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Autumn Daybreak, Walking through a Deserted Village in South Valley

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Autumn Daybreak, Walking through a Deserted Village in South Valley at autumn’s end, frost and dew hanging heavy, rise at dawn...

Thursday, January 11, 2018

After Lunch

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After Lunch after the meal: doze off for one nap; waking, it’s time for two bowls of tea— raise my head to gaze at the sun; it’...

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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Moon Poem

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Moon Poem perched on the highest peak I gaze in all directions without end— no one knows I sit here alone; orphan moon shines...

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

On The Highest Tower In White Emperor Castle

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On The Highest Tower In White Emperor Castle on the walls the way’s sharp, narrow: in waning sun, pennants signal mourning— ...

Friday, December 22, 2017

Three Poems for Chang’e

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Chang’e on the candlelit mica screen, a distant shadow; Heaven's River ebbs slowly, the morning star sinks low— Chan...

Monday, December 18, 2017

In the Classical Style

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In the Classical Style this lifetime passes, a wandering guest; this death, like someone who returns home— an upstream j...

Friday, December 15, 2017

Moon

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Moon in the fourth watch the mountains spew up the moon, in night’s remains, waters illuminate the tower— in essence, a ...

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