Willow, who said that, no Googling, please....?

If Death Is Kind








Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,


We will come back to earth some fragrant night,


And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending


Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.





We will come down at night to these resounding beaches


And the long gentle thunder of the sea,


Here for a single hour in the wide starlight


We shall be happy, for the dead are free.

Willow, who said that, no Googling, please....?
Hey DFA,





Your additional comments and autumns reminds me of Cid Corman's poetry. Did you ever have a chance to check Cid's work out?





PS


I read selection of Cid's work back in an old issue of Poetry East where they also gave an extended (several pages) bio of Corman. What an amazing dude. He went to Europe, fell in love with Celan's work and asked Celan if he could translate it. Celan said no, and then he translated it anyway. He eventually moved to Japan where he lived the rest of his life. He owned a "Cafe Americana' sort of place. Studied haiku and wrote the bulk of his work in "short" form. I lament the fact that I never made to Japan in time to drop in on Corman and tug on his brain a bit.
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