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The later
August sky
weeps of
slow diamonds
& thunder rolls
[suddenly]
like the
end of days/
Last pink
roses are still
radiant in the
faded twilight.
On my way
homeward
& one solitary
firefly is
still alight.

8/28/2024
9/10/2024

Thank you for sharing that article with me Byron,
I would love to hear the audio however rough the recording might
have been. Sharing this one as well which you may have already seen,
worth looking at again if so. I had this performance on VHS back in the 80s
and have watched it countless times. This version has been remastered I think
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The lonely
spider in my
old window still
weaves through a
cold rain/
Will the spinners
still "cry chill silk"
before August
arrives?

7/17/2024

*Remembering Li Ho

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1145 Poems posted since July 9th 2003

I first remember the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia as a child, driving into them from North Virginia with my family was inspirational ( Read more... )

This is my Father’s favorite poem, and he read it out loud to my Sister and I many times on cold Virginia Winter nights. It is a visionary and beautiful work, full of transcendental images, longing and mystery that Frost’s conveys quite beautifully and simply. This poem and the wonderful illustrations of this book (along with "The Pasture” by Frost ( Read more... )

Was that
your ghost
or cold death's
poem
Rippo?
Whisperings
to me alone
beneath a
snow
softened wind/
Now the lonely
road curves
farther
away into
unbroken silences,
looking long & again
for your
"last &
loveliest".

1/15/2024

An end of the ignoring of and the indifference toward the broken world begins w/in one heart.
12/27/2023