Emblem
Away over down the floor, twilight. Brought and immense monument, closed eyes. Hedge, blue gathering, night and quiet.
Shaded edge of inner range, gold and snow. Crow on mead. Thick eyelids, garlands, whiteness, brooding over leagues of grey pines; sun waves across through grain fields, river, black bridge, flooded and stained paddies.
Pitted red stones, gilt and curved December leaves rolling down, massed and overbent rice, thunder, paws of fox, toothed muzzle open, bundled-twig broom, stacked splits beneath the raised house.
JF -- ca. 1992, written after my first time in Japan
Photograph by JF, Yellowstone Park, 1975.
I like the poem. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but as a seaman I visited Japan in the early sixties, I loved the country, a great experience for a young man.
ReplyDeleteThanks much, Ray. I don't think you mentioned visiting Japan before. A unique place, isn't it? I remembered you've traveled extensively.
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