JACKIE LANGETIEG
My thatched cottage
is still fit for writing poems
and I still dream of finding
the lost Peach Blossom spring
–Du Fu–
to the small poem and the quiet voice within
Du Fu Writes to Himself of Ennui
Du Fu you grow older and feel much less vital.
You’ve regrets for things that slipped past when
Even today, there are things you can do, but you choose
Is it depression or lack of will? Or are they the same animal
the salons of the past when young poets sat at your knee
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Poignant pondering piece of craftwork…ahem.
Dear Jackie,
I love your audacity to write to Du Fu, even to chide him.
I see you coming into his cottage and swiping his hearthstone with your vigorous rag, dragging him out of his chair to cha cha with you, and spilling wine over the rim of his cup, I see him blink and burp and then throw back his head and laugh, loving your vitality, loving you. But I see another day when you come and rest your head on his shoulder, while you both quietly watch the lilies.
Jackie…you just get better and better and continue to speak to me in your poetry. Thank you for carrying on.