poetic Tumblr

Hopefully restricted to posting poems that move me in some fashion so as not to clog up Grace Notes @ Snarkattack.

Note: 'move' is neither positive or negative. Which means I'll also post poems I find incredibly wanky, of which there are many.
November 26
thisrecording: When your teeth decay you cannot Grow new ones. When your hair falls Out you cannot plant it again. I get up at dawn and look At myself in the mirror. My face is wrinkled, my hair Is grey. I am filled with pity For the years that are gone like Spilt water. It can’t be helped. I take a cup of wine and Turn to the bookcase once more. Back through the centuries I Visit Shun and Yu the Great And Kue Lung, that famous rowdy. Across three thousand years I Can still see them plainly. What does it matter? My flesh, Like theirs, wears away with time. - Lu Yu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

thisrecording:

When your teeth decay you cannot
Grow new ones. When your hair falls
Out you cannot plant it again.
I get up at dawn and look
At myself in the mirror.
My face is wrinkled, my hair
Is grey. I am filled with pity
For the years that are gone like
Spilt water. It can’t be helped.
I take a cup of wine and
Turn to the bookcase once more.
Back through the centuries I
Visit Shun and Yu the Great
And Kue Lung, that famous rowdy.
Across three thousand years I
Can still see them plainly.
What does it matter? My flesh,
Like theirs, wears away with time.

- Lu Yu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth