dijous, de març 01, 2007

from 'To encourage the study of kanji', Sinéad Morrissey



They stay, stars in the new-moon sky,
as dead as the names of untraceable contellations.
Intrincate, aloof, lonely, abstracted,

...some other mind made them and still since then
they’ve shrunk to a hint at a fairytale. Say I thread beads.
Say I remember a sky of walking pictures.