what remains...
from Li Po
The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
(Trans. Sam Hamill)
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Before any awakening, realization, or understanding is possible ... all forms of I must disappear.
8 comments:
That's one of my fav poems--EVER. I love love love it.
Felt downhearted just
now. You made me look up, there
where songs may open.
I returned to self enough
to say, "tanka, sam, tanka."
Li Po is so necessary. Thanks for the read Jenni and Lisa.
Sam,
Great, great choice. The impact is so strong from a such a seemingly simple poem.
I agree Rachel - very deceptive in its power.
Thanks for posting this Sam. It's a good reminder that short poesm can be just as powerful as long ones. Ah...the economy of words.
I keep trying to find this way in my own work. Thanks for reading, Collin.
great poem. real. thank you.
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