He's WONDERFUL!This is my favorite of the poems...so lovely.AT MIHWANGSA TEMPLE Nothing today but a girlwho flaps the wooden rafterscalligraphied on a silk-white ribbon.A red candle some cold fingers litto memorialize her early death.Bronze bowl of fresh figs and black flies. Fertility unnerved. Someone remind the wind everything is already swept awayin the afterlife. And wonderlike a flame’s graceshould possess no weight. Who she was. What anyone does to slip through evening’s mask of trees. A strange lust, this life.Everywhere beautiful soulsbathing in grief.
ooh, this is nice, Pris. I only discovered Ed recently but I liked what I saw.
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He's WONDERFUL!
This is my favorite of the poems...so lovely.
AT MIHWANGSA TEMPLE
Nothing today but a girl
who flaps the wooden rafters
calligraphied on a silk-white ribbon.
A red candle some cold fingers lit
to memorialize her early death.
Bronze bowl of fresh figs
and black flies. Fertility
unnerved.
Someone remind the wind
everything is already swept away
in the afterlife.
And wonder
like a flame’s grace
should possess no weight.
Who she was.
What anyone does to slip
through evening’s mask of trees.
A strange lust, this life.
Everywhere beautiful souls
bathing in grief.
ooh, this is nice, Pris. I only discovered Ed recently but I liked what I saw.
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