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Thursday, March 13, 2008

entry arrow6:36 PM | Chinese Poem

By J. D. McClatch

Whatever change you were considering,
Do not plant another tree in the garden.
One tree means four seasons of sadness:
What is going,
                                          What is coming,
What will not come,
                                          What cannot go.

Here in bed, through the south window
I can see the moon watching us both,
Someone’s hand around its clump of light.
Yours? I know you are sitting out there,
Looking at silver bloom against black.

That drop from your cup on the night sky’s
Lacquer you wipe away with your sleeve
As if its pleated thickets were the wide space
Between us, though you know as well as I do
This autumn is no different from the last.

[from the new yorker]

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