Saturday, April 25, 2009

Poetry Month

Way of the Water-Hyacinth

Bobbing on the breeze blown waves
Bowing to the tide
Hyacinth rises and falls

Falling but not felled
By flotsam, twigs, leaves
She ducks, bobs, and weaves

Ducks, ducks by the score
Jolting, quacking and more
She spins through -

Spinning, swamped, slimed, sunk
She rises, resolute
Still crowned by petals.
--Zawgee (translated from the Burmese by Lyn Aye)

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