Academic journal article Chicago Review

From Zen: The Rocks of Sesshu

Academic journal article Chicago Review

From Zen: The Rocks of Sesshu

Article excerpt

What do they think of Where they lean Like ponderous heads, the rocks?

In prankish spring, ducks Joggling here And there, brushing tails,

Like silly thoughts shared, Passed from head To head? When, gong quavering

About a ripened sky, we Up and go, Do they waken from a dream of flesh?

II.

In the Three Whites of HokusaiFuji, the snow, the crane

What startles is the black: in The outline Of the mountain, the branch-tips

Piercing the snow, the quills of The crane's wing: Meaning impermanence.

Here, in stainless air, the Artist's name Blazes like a crow

The Pit

Twenty years. I still remember The sun-blown stench, and the pit At least two hundred yards from The cove we'd anchored guns in. They were blasting at the mountains, The beach was nearly ours.

The smell kept leaking back. I thought of garbage cans Behind chopsuey restaurants Of home, strangely appealing on A summer's night, meaning another Kind of life. Which made the difference. …

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