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Time Through An Eastern Window

east window

you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.

Ezra Pound

Wind moves in softly.

 

She pulls a mauve veil

over the sun’s complexion,

twilight deepens the sky.

 

Shadows tether boats

to trees guarding  the river

leaves yearn to drift south.

 

Village docks grow full

with crates of silk, grain and fish.

A merchant sails home.

 

Days stretch out longer,

a husband’s arms to his wife.

Spring pads their earth with moss,

 

stone gods bless the garden

and the bride sleeps joined;

lace to linen sleeve, soft hand

 

to her lover’s shoulder.

Soon the lamp’s wick is hushed.

oil keeps the glass golden.

 

Tomorrow floats inside.

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