06/12/2011
Wrappings
Am in the fabulous Naoshima and unfortunately forgot to bring my card reader with me from Tokyo while I'm travelling in Japan for a week, so can't upload any new images from my camera. Here are a few from Tokyo: was intrigued by the love of wrapping things in other things that seems pervasive here. Specially those knob warmers.
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November
November
After three days of steady rain -
over two inches said the radio -
I follow the example of monks
who write by a window, sunlight on the page.
over two inches said the radio -
I follow the example of monks
who write by a window, sunlight on the page.
Five times this morning,
I loaded a wheelbarrow with wood
and steered it down the hill to the house,
and later I will cut down the dead garden
I loaded a wheelbarrow with wood
and steered it down the hill to the house,
and later I will cut down the dead garden
with a clippers and haul the soft pulp
to a grave in the woods,
but now there is only
my sunny page which is like a poem
to a grave in the woods,
but now there is only
my sunny page which is like a poem
I am covering with another poem
and the dog asleep on the tiles,
her head in her paws,
her hind legs played out like a frog.
and the dog asleep on the tiles,
her head in her paws,
her hind legs played out like a frog.
How foolish it is to long for childhood,
to want to run in circles in the yard again,
arms outstretched,
pretending to be an airplane.
to want to run in circles in the yard again,
arms outstretched,
pretending to be an airplane.
How senseless to dread whatever lies before us
when, night and day, the boats,
strong as horses in the wind,
come and go,
when, night and day, the boats,
strong as horses in the wind,
come and go,
bringing in the tiny infants
and carrying away the bodies of the dead.
and carrying away the bodies of the dead.
Billy Collins
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