Inward Bound Poetry
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Thursday, April 18, 2024
Monday, April 01, 2024
1148. On A Portrait Of Two Beauties - Ho Xuan Huong (1592- 1788)
Translated from the Vietnamese by John Balaban
On A Portrait Of Two Beauties
How old are these two anyway?
Big and little sister, equally lovely.
In 100 years, smooth as two sheets of paper.
In 1,000 years, they still will glow like springtime.
Will the plum tree ever know the wind and moon?
Will reed and willow accept their dull fates?
Why not portray the other pleasures? Blame
the artist, gifted, but a bit dim about love.
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Country Scene
The waterfall plunges in mist.
Who can describe this desolate scene:
the long white river sliding through
the emerald shadows of the ancient canopy
…a shepherd’s horn echoing in the valley,
fishnets stretched to dry on sandy flats.
A bell is tolling, fading, fading
just like love. Only poetry lasts.
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Spring-Watching Pavilion
A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.
Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles.
Love’s vast sea cannot be emptied.
and springs of grace flow easily everywhere.
Where is nirvana?
Nirvana us here, nine times out of ten.
Friday, March 22, 2024
1147. All Night - Zi Ye (Tzu Yeh) (3rd BCE)
Translated by Arthur Waley
All night I could not sleep
because of the moonlight on my bed.
I kept on hearing a voice calling:
Out of Nowhere, Nothing answered “Yes.”
Saturday, March 16, 2024
1146. Half a Double Sonnet - Mary Jo Salter
For Ben
Their ordeal over, now the only trouble
was conveying somehow to a boy of three
that for a week or two he’d be seeing double.
Surely he wouldn’t recall the surgery
years later, but what about the psychic scars?
And so, when the patch come off, they bought the toy
he’d wanted most. He held it high “Two Cars!”
he cried; and drove himself from joy to joy.
Two baby sisters… One was enough of Clare,
but who could complain—conderring that another
woman had stepped forward to take care
of the girls, which left him all alone with Mother.
Victory! Even when he went to pee,
he was seconded in his virility.
Saturday, March 09, 2024
1145. Grenimi AI - Winged Icarus
"Wow! I asked the Gemini AI to write a poem about the fall of Icarus
and this is what I got. "
On fragile wings, ambition soared,
Icarus, by Daedalus adored.
Escaped they did, from island's plight,
With feathers stitched and sunlit flight.
The world unfurled, a boundless blue,
But warnings wise, fell from his view.
Intoxicated, by heights unknown,
He chased the sun, upon its throne.
Too close he danced, with fiery might,
The waxen bond, could not withstand the light.
A silent scream, a feathery rain,
Icarus fell, a sun-kissed stain.
The waves embraced, his tragic fate,
A fleeting dream, sealed by his haste.
A lesson writ, in sky and sea,
Of hubris tamed, and mortality.
Saturday, February 24, 2024
1144. Addressed Humorously to Tu Fu - Li Po (705-762 A.D.)
Translated by Shigeyoshi Obata
Here! is this you on the top of Fan-ko Moutain,
Wearing a huge hat in the noonday sun?
How thin, how wretchedly, you have grown!
You must have been suffering from poetry again.
Friday, February 23, 2024
1143. A Game Of Chess - Gwen Harwood
To John Brodie
Nightfall: the town’s chromatic nocturne wakes
dark brilliance on the river; colours drift
and tremble as enormous shadows lift
Orion to his place. The heart remakes
that peace torn in the blaze of day. Inside
your room are music, warmth and wine, the board
with chessmen set for play. The harpsichord
begins a fugue; delight is multiplied.
A game: the heart’s impossible ideal —
to choose among a host of paths, and know
that if the kingdom crumbles one can yield
and have the choice again. Abstract and real
joined in their trance of thought, the two players show
the calm of gods above a troubled field.
Monday, February 05, 2024
1142. On The Birth Of A Son - Su Shih (Su Tung-Po) (1036-1101 A.D.) -
Translated by Arther Waley
Families when a child is born
Hope it will turn out intelligent.
I, through intelligence,
Having wrecked by whole life,
Only hope the baby will prove
Ignorant and stupid.
Then he’ll be happy all his days
And grow into a cabinet minister.
Sunday, January 28, 2024
1141. Late Self-Portrait by Rembrandt - Jane Hirshfield
The dog, dead for years, keeps coming back in the dream.
We look at each other there with the old joy.
It was always her gift to bring me into the present—
Which sleeps, changes, awakens, dresses, leaves
Happiness and unhappiness
differ as a bucket hammered from gold differs from one of
pressed tin,
this painting proposes.
Each carries the same water, it says.
Saturday, January 13, 2024
1140. Arithmetic - Carl Sandburg
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons
in and out of your head.
Arithmetic tells you how many you lose or win
if you know how many you had
before you lost or won.
Arithmetic is seven eleven all good children
go to heaven — or five six bundle of sticks.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head
to your hand to your pencil to your paper
till you get the answer.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right
and everything is nice and you can look
out of the window and see the blue sky — or the
answer is wrong and you have to start all over
and try again and see how it comes out this time.
If you take a number and double it and double it again
and then double it a few more times, the number
gets bigger and bigger and goes higher and higher
and only arithmetic can tell you what the number is
when you decide to quit doubling.
Arithmetic is where you have to multiply —
and you carry the multiplication table in your head and
hope you won't lose it.
If you have two animal crackers, one good and one bad,
and you eat one and a striped zebra
with streaks all over him eats the other,
how many animal crackers will you have if somebody
offers you five six seven and you say No no no and you say
Nay nay nay and you say Nix nix nix?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg for breakfast and
she gives you two fried eggs and you eat both of them,
who is better in arithmetic, you or your mother?
Monday, January 01, 2024
1139. The Song Of The Lark - David Whyte
The song begins and the eyes are lifted
but the sickle points toward the ground,
its downward curve forgotten in the song she hears,
while over the dark wood, rising or falling,
the sun lifts on cool air,
the small body of a singing lark.
The song falls, the eyes raise, the mouth opens
and her bare feet on the earth have stopped.
Whoever listens in this silence, as she listens,
will also stand opened, thoughtless, frightened
by the joy she feels, the pathway in the field
branching to a hundred more, no one has explored.
What is called in her rises from the ground
and is found in her body,
what she is given is secret even from her.
This silence is the seed in her
of everything she is
and falling through her body
to the ground from which she comes,
it finds a hidden place to grow
and rises, and flowers, in old wild places,
where the dark-edged sickle cannot go.
Sunday, December 24, 2023
1138. When The Shoe Fits - Chuang Tzu -
Translated by Thomas Merton
Ch’ui the draftsman
Could draw more perfect circles freehand
Than with a compass.
His fingers brought forth
Spontaneous forms from nowhere. His mind
Was meanwhile free and without concern
With what he was doing.
No application was needed
His mind was perfectly simple
and knew no obstacle.
So, when the shoe fits
The foot is forgotten,
When the belt fits
The belly is forgotten,
When the heart is right
“For” and “against” are forgotten.
No drives, no compulsions,
No needs, no attractions:
Then your affairs
Are under control.
You are a free man.
Easy is right. Begin right
And you are easy.
Continue easy and you are right.
The right way to go easy
Is to forget the right way
And forget that the going is easy.