White birds over the gray river. Scarlet flowers on the green hills. I watch the Spring go by and wonder If I shall ever return home.
This poem is by the Chinese poet Tu Fu, (713-770)
It is from an anthology edited and annotated by Czeslaw Milosz. The anthology contains many poems by Tu Fu and by other Chinese poets too -- as well as poets from many other countries and times, including many living poets. Aside from those anthologies meant to survey poetry from an historical point of view, this is the most varied and broad ranging anthology I've ever read. The title is A Book of Luminous Things, an International Anthology of Poetry.
National Poetry month begins tomorrow, this is a preview. I've been reading a lot of poetry lately, I have a lot to share.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!