Monday, November 16, 2009

Asian Courtyards

Amongst calligraphy in Asian courtyards
my ears filled with the tune of splashing water,
I sit upon a low wall writing this
in purple ink.
And you sit near, encompassing your thoughts of love
in even lines of four or eight,
your cursive, running, style
enshrined in seal style upon your page -
You write of darkening mountains,
mules and horses,
changing sources,
flowing fountains
and I turn the pages of this little book
I bought for you
with my last coin,
reading you on every page,
in every poem where
the ancient poets sitting once
in quiet courtyards
saw into your heart.

Metropolitan Museum, NY,

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