Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Poetry Year August 25th - After reading too much tang poetry in one sitting

Mountains, moons, clouds and birds, – all crumbled in a heap.
Tang poets knew their moment well – wine induced remorse.
They've forgotten what they've forgotten – remembering it so well.
I feel the baroque carriages – bone built palaces there they dwell.
Five characters can contain a world – and excluded a world even wider.

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