Another Spring
The seasons revolve and the
years change
With no assistance or supervision.
The moon, without taking thought,
Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full.
With no assistance or supervision.
The moon, without taking thought,
Moves in its cycle, full, crescent, and full.
The white moon enters the
heart of the river;
The air is drugged with azalea blossoms;
Deep in the night a pine cone falls;
Our campfire dies out in the empty mountains.
The air is drugged with azalea blossoms;
Deep in the night a pine cone falls;
Our campfire dies out in the empty mountains.
The sharp stars flicker in
the tremulous branches;
The lake is black, bottomless in the crystalline night;
High in the sky the Northern Crown
Is cut in half by the dim summit of a snow peak.
The lake is black, bottomless in the crystalline night;
High in the sky the Northern Crown
Is cut in half by the dim summit of a snow peak.
O heart, heart, so
singularly
Intransigent and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should each last forever
Intransigent and corruptible,
Here we lie entranced by the starlit water,
And moments that should each last forever
Slide unconsciously by us
like water.
~ Kenneth Rexroth
~
(One Hundred Poems from the
Chinese)
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