Tonight
For a while I will sit up listening
to the crickets. Your head on my lap.
I know, I know peace is balanced on
a blade of grass in a breeze
but tonight I am that blade
and nothing will fall
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Translations from the English 
One of my new favorite poems of yours.
Thanks Emily! That puts it in a place of honor.
Truly beautiful.
The day is always better if I know you liked a poem of mine, L. I’ve been checking out Kenneth Rexroth’s own work, found his Complete Poems at a local library. The introduction quotes Rexroth writing about “that door which is straight, and smaller than a needle’s eye, but through which the universalization of the human soul, the creation of the true person, comes freely, as a guest.” In light of KR’s love of the ancient Chinese poets, I think that was partly what he was aiming for with his own poetry, and when I get positive feedback from you, who know these things so well, I feel like I’m in the vicinity of that small door myself. Thanks!
“I know, I know peace is balanced on / a blade of grass in a breeze” ahhh so perfectly stated. Lovely.
…and isn’t it great when we can actually hold that balance, even if for a night, or a few hours? Thanks. I’m enjoying your work very much on your site.
Touching
Thank you T. Glad you liked it.
Lovely. The crickets’ song indicates the end of summer and the welcoming of the fall…such a strange, unsettling, yet beautiful time of year-a time when we feel both off balance and energized. I love that in your poem the stabilizing force is yourself, even if only for the night.
Thanks, and a nice piece of analysis there! You know that swatch of season well.
This is lovely. Thank you.
Thank you Andrea. Always great to see you visiting.
Jeff, I don’t comment often since I write mostly haiku, but I DO comment when I read such an exceptional poem! Bravo!!
Thank you sir!