After Ryokan*

In my cup

In the thin snow

In front of your window

In the window sky

In the blue distance

In the scattered doors

In the pool near your room

In the shadow on the highway

In every quarter of the evening land

In the staves of the sky

I seem to hear your voice

(New and Selected Poems - New Poems, p. 264)

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

*Taigu Ryokan, a Japanese poet