Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence
~Vesna~

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Walking Across The Atlantic by Billy Collins

"Big Blue Avenue"photo by Vesna

Walking Across The Atlantic

I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing
.


Billy Collins


Monday, October 5, 2009

On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang by Meng Haoran

Blossom in Four Seasons, 2006
copyright Wang Yuhui





On Climbing Orchid Mountain In The Autumn To Zhang
by
Meng Haoran
On a northern peak among white clouds
You have found your hermitage of peace;
And now, as I climb this mountain to see you,
High with the wildgeese flies my heart.
The quiet dusk might seem a little sad
If this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear;
I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers
Resting on the sand till the ferry returns;
There are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses
And against the river's rim an island like the moon
I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine
-- And we'll celebrate together the Mountain Holiday.