Consider the hummingbird
How like the mind it is
The soul is hungry in spring, and there is only the crisp, silent air to feed it.
Quietly, though. The sort of view
people look at and say awesome
while taking pictures of their faces
with their phones with nature scenes
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love
On the road by the arena,
puddles fill ditches
and flaxen rushes wave
in March rain.
Here is an example of a traditional fixed form borrowed from Vietnamese folk poetry.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky…
Nature is the master here: boundless, unpredictable,
full of astonishments. The children come next. I follow.
The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…
I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.