with Spring light
an abandoned nest
~ Donna Fleischer
in Kō, 2009
just me and claude — big, longhair black cat dozing under the back porch. a poem or two and bird song in the air. on my second cup of dandelion tea. time out from too much work. glad to feel sunshine and rhythms different from the pre-packaged twenty-four.
neighbor’s compressor makes me jump. same feeling as when this trapdoor heart of mine drops into the past. my mother’s suffering, my pain now. yet feeling something new. compassion for myself. i’d learned as a kid that this was something people ought to have for others. but where does it start? putting both feet down on this sweet, dark earth i discover that in owning nothing, i belong to everything.
machine whine stops. this day resumes. the force of spring is everywhere. soundings—hammer and nail houses going up nearby; the chain-sawed trees and our dazed silences; highway pistons and gears dropping; helicopter rotors.
real work today–
~ Donna Fleischer
in Presence, issue 35, 2007
natsu no hebi suiban no heri ni nodo o oki toki yawarakani mizu nomiteori
a summer snake rests
its throat on the water bowl’s edge
with softness of passing time
it drinks water
~ tanka by Takako Hitaka
Fay Aoyagi, translator
from “Gendai Tanka No Kansho 101”
(Appreciation of Contemporary Tanka 101)
edited by Ken Kodaka, Shinshokan, 1999, Tokyo, Japan
the uncoiled, expanse of a summer day;
the safe repose of a snake drinking water
from a proffered bowl; the feeling of
peace and fullness, of balanced rhythms;
and finally, the sibilant sounds them selves. ~DF
KHyal Kouture DF: I saw this on the subway yesterday in NYC and wrote it down for you. It’s a series called SubTalk — “Train Thought”. Pretty great to see poetry on the Metro!
the way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock tree
has given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day I rued
~ Robert Frost
Sponsored by The Humanities Initiative at NYU
NY Public Library
Starts a smile to think of someone on a city train in March
taking down the words from a poem on a subway wall
to send to a friend . . . the world is all right, then.
and hope I said thank You. ~ DF
May the newest new
year of the beginning of
the spring just begun
today like the falling snow
the more heap up our blessings.
[(4516) . . . dated on New Year’s Day 759 . . .
This is the final poem in the Manyoshu.
In the lunar calendar the first day of the year
inaugurates spring. Tanka translation &
annotation by Cid Corman, Peerless Mirror,
Firefly Press, Cambridge, MA, 1981.]
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