Sitting in Quietude
Winter has a message of its own
When the cold is like a flower -
Flowers have their fragrance,
Winter has its handful of memories.
The shadow of a withered branch
like lean blue smoke
Paints a stroke across the afternoon window,
In the cold the sunlight grows pale and slanted.
It is just like this,
I sip the tea quietly
As if waiting for a guest to speak.
~ Lin Huiyin~
(Translated by Michelle Yeh)
No Time Ago
no time ago
or else a life
walking in the dark
i met christ
jesus) my heart
and lay still
while he passed (as
close as i'm to you
made of nothing
~ e.e. cummings ~
I've always had a love for e.e. cummings and his sparse verse and funky punctuation - it makes one stop and pause, which may have been his intention. And the other poem I copied from a magazine ages ago (I didn't record which one). I love the imagery of Winter - the 'handful of memories', the shadow of a branch being like 'lean blue smoke' - it reminds me of ikebana... As does the arrangement in cumming's poem, now I think about it, and so I guess that's why I put the image of the vase of flowers opposite...
Like my moonboards, I choose all the images in my wee book subconsciously, and so often I only see connections when I write about them here... Aren't we curious creatures, we humans??