Saturday, November 5, 2011

While Dynasties Pass


With thanks to Giacomo Conserva

Traveler

I’m beginning to think
like this jade plant in the mist

a jeweled leaf for each
passing kingdom.

From Songs and Letters, November 16, 2008


6 comments:

Flowflo said...

William, I´m grateful to know you!

William Michaelian said...

Florian, the feeling goes both ways. Thank you!

Stickup Artist said...

I think there is a photograph in there that wants to get out...

William Michaelian said...

Such is the power of an acute mind’s eye. Gently, now — we don’t want to damage its wings.

giacomo conserva said...

There is a really Basho-like precision clarity and sadness here. So beautiful. What had come to my mind was much gloomier and hard- the distant thud of grand history and poured out blood, that fear of which one cannot actually get rid of- even while he sets his house and private life in some meaningful and possibly loving order. Both exist in fact; this experience of my own proximity, that horror. (And I'd thought of Hardy's poem, written during World War One).

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Giacomo, for your beautiful letter and post. I’ve linked to them here.