Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Sands of the Washing Stream
The pear blossoms fade and die,
and I can’t keep them from falling.
May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment
Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Spring at Wu Ling
The breeze has passed, pollen dust settled, and now the evening comes as I comb out my hair. There is the book, the inkstone, the table. But he who was … Continue reading
March 26, 2018 · Leave a comment
Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Boat of Stars
Spring after spring, I sat before my mirror. Now I tire of braiding plum buds in my hair. I’ve gone another year without you, shuddering with each letter— … Continue reading
November 22, 2017 · Leave a comment
Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Plum Blossoms
The fragrance of red lotuses has faded. Autumn settles at my door. I loosen my robe and drift in an orchid boat. Someone sent me love notes in the … Continue reading
October 27, 2017 · 1 Comment
