Senna Jawa
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Du Fu (and a passenger's thoughts) -- wh, 1992/05/16-19
--
filled
with snow and shine
with rains and stars
the skies
were a living
spacious room
to the ones
in Du Fu's care
today
the clouds below
glow but throw
a shadow
down onto
the gray Atlantic
if this
metallic bird
were a writer
and lost
its small ones in fog
it'd be a poet
after a million miles
like Du Fu
a thousand and more
years ago
sailing up and down
chinese rivers
merging
into the other
ocean
no highways
cross apartments and homes
plush wall to wall
the hot air
between the seat of a comfy chair
and the seat of acceptable slacks
might be loud
but will never
shoot the pen
thru the ceiling
the monkeys on slopes and hills are long gone
the paper money and tax forms multiply
come travel Du Fu again
cross with us the white water
at the edge of the new millenium
sail up and down the electronic streams
amplify the faint echo
of your social concern
of the color of your children's pain
paint the chinese mountains in crisp fractals
and pour the eternal wine
there'll be never another poet like you
wh,
1992-05-16/19
-
--
Du Fu (and a passenger's thoughts)
filled
with snow and shine
with rains and stars
the skies
were a living
spacious room
to the ones
in Du Fu's care
today
the clouds below
glow but throw
a shadow
down onto
the gray Atlantic
if this
metallic bird
were a writer
and lost
its small ones in fog
it'd be a poet
after a million miles
like Du Fu
a thousand and more
years ago
sailing up and down
chinese rivers
merging
into the other
ocean
no highways
cross apartments and homes
plush wall to wall
the hot air
between the seat of a comfy chair
and the seat of acceptable slacks
might be loud
but will never
shoot the pen
thru the ceiling
the monkeys on slopes and hills are long gone
the paper money and tax forms multiply
come travel Du Fu again
cross with us the white water
at the edge of the new millenium
sail up and down the electronic streams
amplify the faint echo
of your social concern
of the color of your children's pain
paint the chinese mountains in crisp fractals
and pour the eternal wine
there'll be never another poet like you
wh,
1992-05-16/19
-