Tag: Imagism

  • random poem #2

    锦瑟无端五十弦,一弦一柱思华年。庄生晓梦迷蝴蝶,望帝春心托杜鹃。沧海月明珠有泪,蓝田日暖玉生烟,此情可待成追忆,只是当时已惘然。李商隐  the stringed zitherthe floating worldzhuangzi dreams of butterfliesthe changing tides and heartsthe moon is giant pearl over the oceantears, mists arising from the jade provinceshe, affected and bewildered,inscribes this moment to eternity.

  • a poem

    is like a framed painting taken as it is. Its content is the precision of the image. It does not refer to the outside world/reality. A poem is self-contained. l(ale af falls) one liness e. e. cummings