Poetry Less Than Daily

Strong Poems. Beautiful Poems. Tough Poems. Poems w/ the F-word. Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass.

Friday, March 04, 2005

David Shapiro

After Ryokan

In my bowl

In the thin snow

In front of my window
In the window sky
In the blue distance
In the scattered door

In every quarter of the evening land
In the pool near your room
In the shadow on the highway—
In the staves of the sky


I seem to hear your voice.

2 Comments:

At 4:14 PM, Blogger Joseph Massey said...

I'm sure you know I must dig this one; I do.

 
At 8:26 AM, Blogger doejohn69 said...

stellar choice, my oregonian friend.

 

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