Her face points upward,
a wing of light
against the city’s blackened cheek.
Embark upon the ancient spice trails
of her breath,
follow the Li River
and set sail to Elephant Mountain,
a frozen emerald
shivering in the lemon sunset,
like the ripples in rock-pools
at her feet.
Step free from dream’s edge
and pull down the sky,
‘rice grows and the land is invisible,
by the pomegranate water,
in the clear air
over Li Chiang’.
Hidden limbs grip him
tight against her marriage tree
like a silk-tied waist.
Ha – La – Li
(LoveSuicide for A-Dong)
‘And over Li Chiang, the snow range is turquoise
Rock’s world that he saved us for memory
a thin trace in high air…’ – Ezra Pound
Cold fingers sketch the mist,
through dawn’s paper napkin.
I follow you under rose-boughs
this cobble-road –
a sleeping scar in our giant’s backbone
that feathers ghosts
I cup your hands at the crest,
cradling them to me
and our eyes
into the air.
National Poetry Day, my upcoming trip to the foothills of the Himalayas and valleys of the Yangtze in just under a fortnight, and arguably my most favourite poet – Ezra Pound:
Separation on the River Kiang
Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,
the smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.
His lone sail blots the far sky.
And now I see only the river,
the long Kiang, reaching heaven.
And if any of you like what you see here, and are interested in evocative Imagist poetry, I encourage you to take a look at Pound’s Four Poems of Departure, of which the above is an excerpt.