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Article: The edge of something. (poem)
- Article from:
- The American Poetry Review
- Article date:
- November 1, 1993
- Author:
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I have decided I will not be like John Hu anymore taken to France in the seventeenth century and strange to everyone. Dragging his mattress off the bed, sleeping by the open window in winter, standing in the garden looking at the full moon with his arms stretched out. Now I have chosen Po Chu-I with his three pine trees and idleness trying for union with the everlasting things. As Po, I will not tell of the terrible things you did, though I do not forget and still suffer. When Po Chu-I was unhappy, he could still write, narcissus are blooming in my backyard. The tulips are not open yet, but the green is turning red. I will not go out to see them in the morning. I sleep late ...