West of the Sunset1.west of the sunseteast of the dawna place that begetsspontaneous awe2.east of the dawnwhere Crane bows her crestspontaneous awegolden eggs in her nest3.where Crane bows her crestlanguid dreams are the lawgolden eggs in her nestand the stars are gewgaws4.languid dreams are the lawin night's velvet bowerand the stars are gewgawsto moon and her lover5.in night's velvet bowerthe angels asleepto moon and her loverthe stars turn to weep6.the angels asleepthe lovers rise and dancethe stars turn to weepresist, observe, advance7.the lovers rise and dancestill far west of serenityresis
cold moon cinquaincold moonguides frantic feetallowing lunaticswho make craters of eyes to dancemadly
Pulitzer Prize PhotographsWhere is Thích Quảng Đứcwhen we need himpoised in flaming serenityhis smoke and ashes rising upinto the bright Saigon sky?Or Viet Cong Captain Bảy LốpGeneral Nguyen's gun to his headhis brains blown out and spatteredacross the 6 o'clock news andthe pages of Life magazine?Or 9-year-old Phan Thị Kim Phúcstripped by napalm and runningnaked from her flaming village?We saw her nakedness and wererightly ashamed.The war machine marches onever hungry and never satedgrinding in its maw Iraq andAfghanistan and Libya and Syria and God and the Pentagonknows where nextt
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roof crescent moon
seeing it now - I think not only it's softness, but also sensual