Sunday, April 05, 2015

Poems for 2015

 
Last year I challenged my terrible memory to memorise the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling. It's just about the right length to mumble to myself when I'm having a shower or when I'm walking to the gym. This year I am putting it to the squidgy, grey matter to memorise another poem. I wouldn't mind learning "Ozymandias"- if this proves too much, here are some simpler poems I've got in reserve:

Tourists by D.H Lawrence
There is nothing left to look at,
Everything has been seen to death.

Relativity
There was young woman name Bright,
Who travelled at the speed of light.
She started one day,
In a relative way,
And returned the following night.

My Own Epitaph by John Gay
Life is a jest; and all things show it.
I thought so once; and now I know it.

And here are three haiku style poems by the Japanese monk Taigu Ryoken:

My Legacy
My legacy,
What will it be?
Flowers in the Spring,
The cuckoo in the Summer
And the crimson maples
Of Autumn...

The Thief Left it Behind
The thief left it behind,
the moon,
at my window.

Untitled melancholy reflection
I sit quietly, listening to the falling leaves.
A lonely hut, a life of renunciation.
The past has faded, things no longer remembered.
My sleeve is wet with tears.


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