Talking Francis of Assisi
Again, I ask him, Francis,
why have you now come to me
and follow me inside this poem
and make me leave behind my image
in my car, and walk ten flights,
oh no, ten thousand nonstop flights,
up breathless stairs to work before
a glowing spreadsheet vision while
I answer insecurities
with self-effacement and another
apprehensive email with
my other cheek. And Francis turned
to me and said be naked in
the corporate square and render business
nothing but your humble labor,
and to God, your Universe,
all consciousness, and nothing else,
for moderation is not His.
~Son Rivers 2008
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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