Posts Tagged ‘ butterfly ’

Three Poems by Vittoria repetto – EOAGH

a poem of thanks

in my 20’s,
coming home
3am from the dyke bar
i climb the stairs up from dekalb station.
a monarch butterfly flutters on the stair lights;
lost from its course.
thinking someone might hurt it,
i wait ‘til it closes
its wings together,
softly grab the paired wings
wait for it to relax its legs;
once taught to me
when i was a kid
by the old italian guy
who grew morning glories
next to the bocce court on leroy.
i cup the monarch in my hands like a prayer.
out on the street,
3 young guys
coming from where i need to go
say
hey dyke!
where you going, dyke!
i figure i’m in trouble
then i remember
i still have the butterfly
and need it let it go.
i turn,
face my future beaters,
lift buddhist prayer hands to my face,
open and push the butterfly away.
it flies towards their faces.
the 3 guys duck,
confused and startled.
as the monarch goes safely to its course,
i too
go safely home.

 

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poems by Vittoria reperto at EOAGH

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A Longhouse Birdhouse: KIOSK ~

The Entombment


Our mortal frame,
they call it.
But what did it hold?
The psychologist will say:
Your psyche.
Your soul,
the priest.
Your personality,
the personal manager.

Furthermore,
there’s the anima,
the imago, the daemon,
the identity and the Ego,
not to mention the Id
and the Super-Ego.

The butterfly which is to rise
from this very mixed lot
belongs to a species
about which nothing is known.

———————————
Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Kiosk
translated by Michael Hamburger
Bloodaxe Books 1997

Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: KIOSK ~

Area 17: Haiku: Somewhere a clock is ticking – Part One

700,000 olive trees remember the butterfly
Alan Summers
n.b. Eco-killers and the Anthropocene.
Publication Credit:
Bones – journal for contemporary haiku no. 7 (July 15th 2015)
700,000 oliviers se souviennent du papillon
French translation by Serge Tome
Anthology credit: EarthRise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2016 Foodcrop Haiku

Source: Area 17: Haiku: Somewhere a clock is ticking – Part One

Cecile McLorin Salvant – Poor Butterfly – YouTube

for Helen

 

Scott Watson and Chuang Tzu

“Once upon a time, Chuang Tzu dreamed that he was a butterfly, flying about enjoying itself. It did not know that it was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he awoke, and veritably was Chuang Chou again. He did not know whether it was Chuang Chou dreaming that he was a butterfly, or whether it was the butterfly dreaming that it was Chuang Chou. Between Chuang Chou and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is a case of what is called the transformation of things.” – C.W. Chan, translation

Is it that we are all dreaming

or we are all being dreamed?

Butterfly that which dreams

you dreams me Chuang-Tzu.

– Scott Watson

Sendai, Japan

“THE WELL-EDUCATED MOTH”: EHUD ASHERIE TRIO at the KITANO (March 4, 2015)

NeverEnding Story: To the Lighthouse: Zhuangzis Butterfly Dream

 falling off a dream I become a butterfly

                                       — concluding haiku of my haibun, To Liv(e)

NeverEnding Story: To the Lighthouse: Zhuangzis Butterfly Dream.