Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I’m beginning to think
like this jade plant in the mist
a jeweled leaf for each
From Songs and Letters, November
William, I´m grateful to know you!
Florian, the feeling goes both ways. Thank you!
I think there is a photograph in there that wants to get out...
Such is the power of an acute mind’s eye. Gently, now — we don’t want to damage its wings.
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).
Thank you, Giacomo, for your beautiful letter and post. I’ve linked to them here.
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