Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, ... Rudyard Kipling, opening line of 'The Ballad of East and West, ' 1889
a flurry of white
...
my dog and I
under the eaves
moonlight dripping
...
his word gentile
stuck in my throat
snow on snow
...
one bird song
after another...
alone
in the waters of spring
...
standing alone
under our Chinese pine
I remember you...
its trunk forks out
...
snowy morning,
December 21...
reciting Basho
...
grief knocks
the wind out of me
drifting snowflakes
...
Father recited
Li Po's Quiet Night Thought...
I listen
to Heaney's river
...