Posts tagged ‘new poetry’
i wonder if you think
you’ve robbed me of my words.
you gave me something precious:
knowledge, and my only thanks
can be silent.
i used you as an augury.
i thought to have no choice.
the echo you may await can never come.
achieved, in that tiny matter
it is complete.
The relationship to the mentioned hexagram is via a rather different interpretation, incorporating 24. This poem is about the writer committing an error by not attempting to act with ‘firm correctness’. It is also a very dour picture of the future, but then this is merely a story. One hopes.
“(…suddenly I realize, I am a ghost, myself)…”
If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there, is there any sound?
What is a sound?
Tell me what a ‘one’ is, and I may answer.
Are trees no one?
Tell me of truth and I will tell you of silence. But you still will not have taught me how to hew wood and draw water, and how to carry them.
*shadowy visions from a seer