Lines Stolen From a Private Letter Neither Fully Deleted Nor Fully Sent
Selflessness can consume you, too.
We are birds signaling across a migration
started in different seasons. Insistent longing,
unsigned wind, eternity’s caution tape.
When my own name is a blur
to me, yours will be a bell.
Unsigned wind! Eternity’s caution tape! You’ve packed so much into this brief poem, Jeff, that it’s taking me quite a bit of time to unpack it. Wonderful.
Your poems are bells for us all, Jeff.
I think this is one of my all-time favorites, JS — the last lines in particular.
Absolutely love the last couplet. Tis the season for migrations….and I think fall brings on reflection too. Beautifully done.
I would like this in Chinese, please.
Wait, I hope that means YOU will be doing the translation.
With your permission, Sir.
Will be very glad to see it!