POEM : after GRANDDAUGHTER OF A CELEBRATED BUDDHIST MONK by KENJI MIYAZAWA

SOMETHING

LIKE APHRODITE

RISEN

FROM OCEANS

OF

DREAMSTUFF

TRIPPING

THRU

STRONGRAINS

&

STONES

&

SNOW

ESCAPING

THE BEACHCOMBER

&

THE COKED-UP

WINESOAKED THIEVES

ALL

WASHED-UP

AT

MY DOOR

ONE TOO

MANY MORNINGS

AGO

*

SHE WOULD SLEEP

BY DAY

&

NITE AFTER NITE

SMOKED RINGS

AROUND THE MOON

STANDING
IN THE

SHADOWY DOORWAYS
BACK & FRONT

AS IF

KEEPING

AN EYE

ON ALL THINGS

PASSING

*
SITTING
WITH THAT SHINING
GEISHAFACE

SHE WOULD

 SNAP

HER FINGERS

&

HUM

HER OWN

SONGS

&

THE COBWEBS

SLOWLY

LEFT THESE

OLD BONES

&

WE DWELT
AWHILE
IN A SILENT 
SORT OF REVERIE
& 
DIDN'T ASK
TOO MANY
QUESTIONS
*
WHO IS IT NOW
THAT CONTEMPLATES
THIS?
* * * * *

bernard hemensley
GOLDY HERMITAGE
october 2016 - february 2017

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