There is nothing that I hope everyone would say about me. I would wish friends to say, "He's tolerable in the right dose." I would wish my enemies to say "He's a mean sonofabitch." I would wish those who don't know me to keep their mouths' shut about me. I would hope salesmen and missionaries would say, "He's the kind of guy whose door is not worth knocking on."
a cormorant weaves
into and over water:
no trace but ripples.
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Give anonymously and without expectation of having something named after them or gaining publicity.
ripples march
across the glassy river --
faced by a reed phalanx.
cormorant heads
drift over the water:
fishing in formation.
banyan roots
form cathedral columns
for the inner sanctum.
