No One to Rescue Words
…
Specters and poets
share the same grief:
thousands of old books
gnawed by sighing worms
call out to us,
yet we have no power
to rescue fallen words.
History’s chronicles,
the ancients’ verses
drift off the page
into oblivion,
a slimy trail
where I once heard
the breath of life.
~Chen Yinke*
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cited:
Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
Great photos !
thank you
Would love to renovate those.
yes, especially the first one…a bed and breakfast with a view that allows one to see forever and beyond
Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.
Izumu Shikibu
Thanks Marcelo…my favorite…speaks to me of myself
No talent
No blame, either
Now I’m in winter retreat
~Issa