Wednesday, September 30, 2009

2 Pictures and a Poem



What's got into me, that I whip myself with the line

and believe I'm followed, at a trot, by the period?

What's got into me, that I've placed

an egg on my shoulders instead of a cloak?

What's gotten into me, that I live?

What's gotten into me, that I die?

What's got into me, that I have eyes?

What's got into me, that I have a soul?

What's got into me, that ends in my neighbor

and begins the role of wind in my cheek?

What's gotten into me, that I count my two tears,

sob earth, and hang the horizon?

What's gotten into me, that I cry from being unable to cry

and I laugh at the little I've laughed?

What's got into me, that I neither live nor die?

Cesar Vallejo
---

Monday, September 28, 2009

An Autumn Haiku

How I envy the Maple leaf
Which turns beautiful and then falls !

Shiko


*

Monday, September 21, 2009

~~ ~

Long have you timidly waited,
holding a plank by the shore.
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, and rise again,
and nod to me and shout,
and laughingly dash your hair.

Walt Whitman

Sunday, September 20, 2009

....

Chareveti Chareveti ,

keep walking,