Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
THE SOUND OF THE SEA
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There is a pleasant autumn daoku / objective hokku by Gyōdai. Blyth
translates it thus: Indian summer;All day long the sound of the seaIs far
off. Oddly en...
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