Monday, January 5, 2015

what we offer up

I have filled all the paper made in Egypt,
and all that made in Baghdad too,
with this longing-talk poetry.

It must  be that I must have forgotten
how an hour of actual friendship,
being in your presence for just that long,
is worth a world of verbal imaginations.

Dear one, let this living
be what we offer up.

Soul Fury
Translation:  Coleman Barks