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Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine banjos made of silk, their strings Of satin and their cases made of cloth That’s stiffened just enough so music sings Its melodies as if a luna moth Has met the...

The Brocade Auroras in Robes of Prophetesses Around Us

The Brocade Auroras in Robes    of Prophetesses Around Us Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The light is lingering on stream and pond Although the sun has set.  The light does not Desire to leave though sun...

He Has a Hidden Argo and Not in Monaco

He Has a Hidden Argo and Not in Monaco Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ‘‘Without going out of his door, he [the sage] knows everything in the world; without looking out of his window, he knows the Way of...

Feeble Blindness

   Feeble Blindness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Unless the wonders of the stories of The Classics’ world and myths are on HD; Unless these tales, adventures, ancient love And other monsters stream;...

But Monks are Getting Rich

   But Monks are Getting Rich The Great Buddha, bronze, Is dozing, but not even That this April day. ~ Shiki [Englished by Phillip Whidden] It’s been a long, long time since Buddha had A dream.  He sits there with his eye slits closed, But dreams and nightmares...

Freud und Jung in the Japanese Countryside

Freud und Jung in the Japanese Countryside Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A day of April: Not even one spirit stirs In the nap’s hamlet. ~ Shiki [Englished by Phillip Whidden] When no one moves and no...

Darwinian Religiosity

Darwinian Religiosity   My ecumenical cynicism Is broad religion.  It does not need pope Or prophet.  Faiths scream cram-filled with schism, Schism, SCHISM already, killing hope Of any certainty.  Among the scree Of rocks and detritus a little bloom May come, or,...