ATFTER READING PO-CHUI, LI PO, TU FU, AND WANG WEI
I DO NOT STEP OUTSIDE AND WRITE A POEM BEGINNING,
I THINK OF YOU.
Only this.
Friday, May 4, 2007
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Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
3 comments:
Have you been reading Charles Wright?
I am so busted.
I have not been reading CW lately, but that is exactly who I had in mind.
I put James Wright in the "labels" for his old poem to Po-chui.
Heh. If not for rereading the "Appalachia" Trilogy this week it might have missed me.
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