Thursday, October 16, 2008
Fauve (poem by Arthur Sze
Fauve
Caw Caw, Caw Caw Caw.
Caw Caw, Caw Caw Caw.
To comprehend a crow
you must have a crow's mind.
To be the night rain,
silver, on black leaves,
you must live in the
shine and wet.
Some people
drift in their lives:
green-gold plankton,
phosphorescent, in the sea.
Others slash: a knife
at a yellow window shade
tears open the light.
But to live digging deep
is to feel the blood
in you rage as rivers,
is to feel love and hatred
as fibers of rope,
is to catch the scent
of a wolf, and turn wild.
~ Arthur Sze ~
(The Redshifting Web)
~ Arthur Sze ~
(The Redshifting Web)
(Picture found on Panhala)
