[ARTS]: Big and Little Poetry--free verse, any verse.

[Tai Shi]

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"Panda" and "Panda bear" redirect here. For the red panda, see red panda. For other uses, see Panda (disambiguation), Giant panda (disambiguation), and Panda Bear (musician).
Giant panda
Grosser Panda.JPG
Giant panda at the Ocean Park Hong Kong
Conservation status

Vulnerable (IUCN 3.1)[1]
CITES Appendix I (CITES)[1]
Scientific classificationedit
Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Carnivora
Family: Ursidae
Genus: Ailuropoda
Species: A. melanoleuca
Binomial name
Ailuropoda melanoleuca
David, 1869[2]
Subspecies
†A. m. hastorni
A. m. melanoleuca
A. m. qinlingensis
Mapa distribuicao Ailuropoda melanoleuca.png
Giant panda range
Giant panda
Panda (Chinese characters).svg
"Panda" in Traditional (top) and Simplified (bottom) Chinese characters[3]
Traditional Chinese 熊貓
Simplified Chinese 熊猫
Literal meaning "bear cat"
Transcriptions

Alternative Chinese name
Traditional Chinese 貓熊
Simplified Chinese 猫熊
Literal meaning "cat bear"
Transcriptions

The giant panda (Ailuropoda melanoleuca, sometimes panda bear or simply panda) is a bear species endemic to China.[4] It is characterised by its bold black-and-white coat and rotund body. The name "giant panda" is sometimes used to distinguish it from the red panda, a neighboring musteloid. Though it belongs to the order Carnivora, the giant panda is a folivore, with bamboo shoots and leaves making up more than 99% of its diet.[5] Giant pandas in the wild occasionally eat other grasses, wild tubers, or even meat in the form of birds, rodents, or carrion. In captivity, they may receive honey, eggs, fish, yams, shrub leaves, oranges, or bananas along with specially prepared food.[6][7]

The giant panda lives in a few mountain ranges in central China, mainly in Sichuan, and also in neighbouring Shaanxi and Gansu.[8] As a result of farming, deforestation, and other development, the giant panda has been driven out of the lowland areas where it once lived, and it is a conservation-reliant vulnerable species.[9][10] A 2007 report showed 239 pandas living in captivity inside China and another 27 outside the country.[11] By December 2014, 49 giant pandas lived in captivity outside China, living in 18 zoos in 13 countries.[12] Wild population estimates vary; one estimate shows that there are about 1,590 individuals living in the wild,[11] while a 2006 study via DNA analysis estimated that this figure could be as high as 2,000 to 3,000.[13] Some reports also show that the number of giant pandas in the wild is on the rise.[14] By March 2015, the wild giant panda population had increased to 1,864 individuals.[15] In 2016, it was reclassified on the IUCN Red List from "endangered" to "vulnerable",[1] affirming decade-long efforts to save the panda. In July 2021, Chinese authorities also reclassified the giant panda as vulnerable.[16]

The giant panda has often served as China's national symbol, appeared on Chinese Gold Panda coins since 1982 and as one of the five Fuwa mascots of the 2008 Summer Olympics.

Today in the US it is National Panda Day!

Gassho
sat/lah
Gassho

[Tai Shi]

Spring Circles

Unique singing?
Serious, undone
Clear lasting rain
Thich Nhat Hanh
To become dome
Of useful, sight,
Trees circle land,
Computer, earth,
Cloud, rain, flower
Hands reach stink
Compost, wood,
Paper, ink on paper.
Infinitive thoughts,
Dawn, prepare,
Cook's rising sun
Cook be present
Rice, vegetables,
Sing brown rice,
Carrots, Cabbage.
Place in vacuous
Universe. Stars
Behind blue, then
Nothing.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

I have always said you are all welcome to write here. Anything goes, and we have had all manner of poetry written here, people from every direction in our Zendo, supported always by myself and all he writers here, sometimes working out of difficult emotions, and proceeding in a Zen way the realizations of a lifetime, and through every kind of handicap, and tragedy, including every family, and health crisis, and the bitter sweet, and the calibration of great beauty, and the working out of the Precepts, and the understanding of life and death, the realization that old habits can die, and the reaching out for others. Going it alone is not the answer, and here you or anyone may put into words your situations of life and death and beauty in spite of any terrifying and deadly situations, and may here also write of the beauty and subtleties of life. You are invited to try your hand at poetry of any kind, so please come all of you and put your thoughts and feeling here, to make something terrifying and beautiful for truth is beauty, and beauty is truth. Poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility. Please do not stay away for there is no level of writing rejected and all are welcome. Put keystrokes here, please.
Gassho
Sincere help offered to all.
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Thank you Jundo, still, everyone who wants to write poetry any kind of poetry positive in any way can be a writer of Poetry, and thank you Jundo for thinking of us, for letting those of us who write poetry formal or informal come here to write, and thank you for those of us with disabilities be here as lay, as usuri, or as Priest, thank you from one who is Ubasoku and this I never expected except you helped someone send me a finished rakusu and, thus, my meditation for so long as I am Buddhist and longer, thank you everyone, come here and publish your free, or formal poems. Thank you Jundo for thinking of us.
Gassho
sat/lah
MFA

[Tai Shi]

I would support all of you your verses here do write everyone for I am just a guy, and I have loved poetry since a young teenager, and I have my first poetry upon my bookshelf and the first books I ever bought, a book of Modern Poetry and The Little Book of British Poetry, then found Walt Whitman who could not spell every word, Emily Dickinson who in mental shut down, found death comforting, at one time my universal love lost, found again without left hand, never fully useful again, now at 71 I am typing two fingers, left and right, what miracles come with removal of deadly brain tumor there since birth Kyousui retired nurse, always there on the phone for me neither of us in old age willing to drive the 70 miles. He is 73, I am 71, and at 70 he saved my life on the phone, saying to my wife "Get him to the ER I think it is a stroke!" and many times before in ER with seizure misdiagnosed with chronic pain though it was present, Kyousui convinced my Marjorie, to get my brain to ER and stroke examination last angiogram there it was, big in my Right Temporal Lobe of my brain, and two had saved my life Kyousui, and Marjorie doctors found AVM rare tumor one or two out of two hundred and fifty thousand, rarity usually killed or maimed patient on October 29, 2020 cold morning 5:00 into preparation paper gown ripped of body cooling down to less body temperature, so great young man could save this old man for his family, and today bright writing books of poetry, loving kindness found in his personality. Life for his Marjorie to see this miracle of change this tumor blocking so anything to change blaring pain from arthritis and brain tumor called AVM this given over to new personality, loving kindness, never now blocking love and malible poetry never dark again filled with life eternal knowing planets throughout Milky Way Galaxy there billion time trillion galaxies more even in this universe free all sentient beings job of Kyousui and Marjorie, to bestow loving kindness before one man feeling young can write many poems filled with identity and reality of unfathomable stars populations of begins with intelligence can peacefully be examples to humanity, we will make it to stars one day as dust of and in reality free all sentient beings, and that means all of us writing something like AVM in the brain, many sick human beings, and doctors vowed to give life to everyone this to do in some or all and the nurses like Kyousui dedicated to life, clean linens as voting women teach humanity to be all of us black and every shade of brown that even those claiming white ar really a shade of brown pigments softer for being where they raise young to know they are susceptible to AVM tumors dumping CO 2 into arteries shifting of 0 2 oxygen life to brain cells, now Tai Shi has new without the great fear he once did have, renewed vows of love to Marjorie till death do they part to reunite in Galaxy of Love and without fear in Star Dust to both spend eternity in peace and harmony. Please all of you like this old man find your spaces here in these catalogues beauty for all to see, invited all of you free all sentient beings bring together your love and serenity ever like Tai Shi camp poetry here as he has found for all of you please please, fo I am just a guy dwelling not in Ancient History of that old personality formed reality self actualized you may do the same, very soon in fifteen years or so writing books of poetry like Jishin all of you invited any verses you may find here this lovely greatest book of our Zendo which someday Jundo will publish as example of beauty and wisdom, thoughts, and community what the Buddha taught as foundation of all life everywhere you please come and write something beautiful all are welcome because all of you have a story real to unfold here for our posterity. Come all of you invited by Tai Shi just a guy who lived to find harmony, do come....you are the universal harmony please come and tell how you are finding every kind of family here in our Zendo or Interbing of hundreds of groups find path like Treeleaf Jundo's genius of people where peace reigns built by Jundo who will find and publish all of you like me just a person like everybody, all humanity do come all of you. I end for now to return and like Jishin watch the genius of community...

Gasho
Deep bows
To all of you
sat/ lah
lend a hand to all of you
Do come to write
Tai Shi

[Jundo]

My wife says that I am just a guy, not to dwell on Ancient History, so I MUSTY say you are the most important writers here, and I only provide examples of WhAT IS possible so pay attention yes to others who write here like Jishon they are all important for I am just a guy, so please write anything you want{good taste}here please everyone come on in water's fine._/|\_

Everyone is "just a guy," Tai Shi, and everyone is also unique and sacred, the only "that guy" in the universe.

Likewise for every person, thing and moment ... each unique and sacred.



Gassho, Jundo

stlah

[Tai Shi]

My wife says that I am just a guy, not to dwell on Ancient History, so I MUSTY say you are the most important writers here, and I only provide examples of WhAT IS possible so pay attention yes to others who write here like Jishon they are all important for I am just a guy, so please write anything you want{good taste}here please everyone come on in water's fine._/|\_

[Tai Shi]

Soon Spring Come Again

Crocuses bloom in spots
With purple spring dots
Rising to sky lower than not
Without which spring is sought
Slowly was another shoulder
Of the lover in flowers that another
Wept upon, with Buddha weight,
Belief seeking to water sight,
To be in winter rolling out today
Beautiful and great, slow with staying
Power the purple flowers create
Some wistfully, some to raise
Sun into morning sky to climb
Above statues of serenity, devised,
To make my garden of the day,
To be with springtime yellow sun,
Another chasseing, winter gone
Still, yet hope become our song
That melts away, away always
To reveal other florals, tulips
With red, yellow, roses, buds
Just beginning, spring heralded
Time unrolled to see spring life
That should be beautiful soon
As brown be gone to soft days
Of March life just beginning,
Another wise thought remaining
Wisdom, ideas, community
With white bright frost, delight
Slowly earth undone witnessing
The end of harshness, until warmth
Remembered dahlias, green trees
Our sight as squirrels play among
Buds with clouds above unfurled,
Yet snow our Spring song, another
Storm brewing, flakes falling
At three a.m. to cover drifts in time
To let sun for morning, but storm
Raise above night, weighing flakes
Already strewn to crusts, mountain
Sides, where have flowers gone, ice?
Slowly will wind subside, revealing
Buds, hope, and simple brown earth
Underneath melting, simple days
Of sun and clouds, blue skies done
Wisps of possibilities, grown slim
Soon to give forth some floral
Sentiments as in garden of delight
Children will play around trees
To see days grown, spring revieved.
Today to Shikantaza quiet, or busy
Serene mind, reality relieved.

Gassho
sat/ lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

"The Second Coming" is a poem that was written by Irish poet W. B. Yeats in 1919, first printed in The Dial in November 1920 and included in his 1921 collection of verses Michael Robartes and the Dancer.[1] The poem uses Christian imagery regarding the Apocalypse and Second Coming to allegorically describe the atmosphere of post-war Europe.[2] It is considered a major work of modernist poetry and has been reprinted in several collections, including The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry.[3]

Historical context
The poem was written in 1919 in the aftermath of the First World War[4] and the beginning of the Irish War of Independence in January 1919, which followed the Easter Rising in April 1916, and before the British government had decided to send in the Black and Tans to Ireland. Yeats used the phrase "the second birth" instead of "the Second Coming" in his first drafts.[5]

The poem is also connected to the 1918–1919 flu pandemic. In the weeks preceding Yeats's writing of the poem, his pregnant wife, Georgie Hyde-Lees, caught the virus and was very close to death, but she survived. The highest death rates of the pandemic were among pregnant women, who in some areas had a death rate of up to 70%. Yeats wrote the poem while his wife was convalescing.[6][1]

From the Wikipediae

Propose To All Women and Men

Phiazer charging vaccine
For Life For Giving sarene
To stop the wham is now,
Deathe to Covid 2019, men
Proposed that this death
Id, Ego, Labido proposed
Therapy we sit in propriety
Revile then, then is now,
Take away the evil parts.
Take away the Plumped
Is silently remembered for
Real sanity, look forward
See not, there is no dream
Just the Now, just the duality
Charmed away, sick others
They won't go away we learn
World war, this brink, Einstein
Begged Trueman not to use
Atom bomb, said was fear
World destroy Japan, next
World WAR WOULD BE FOUGHT
With sticks and stones, shovels
Hand to hand dead cast away
Bullets in Ukraine Russians ran out
To leave women, children, men
In trenches, even pandemic rage
Sill brings death, so say it's over
Say not, we sit for world Peace,
What more could wing of dove,
Devolve into something terrifying.

Why would not our members Lay
Usuri, Priests, chant for peace,
What we do is more questions, The
Fool. All my life I've lived call no
Man fool, call poets wrong to
Improvise what, not words from
Even the phrases and lines from the poem are used in many works, in a variety of media, such as literature, motion pictures, television, and music. Examples of works that contain significant references to "The Second Coming" Wikipedia, include: death turn in a Gayer
Do the hideous four horsemen proceed into our need, into our greed, what is the passion of Zen, turn the people into peaceful out of stained mess, decide now each morning to be, despite our needs, live no sit now, just now just sitting on the ground, I am Tall Mountain, this is different than Lotrus, Half Lotus, Burmese for those of us who false our knees titanium, as I face metal in the side of my heat, simply fastened into my skull, forgetfulness, is not old age Brain surgery, as I read Right Temporal Lobe, grade one, Doctor Scott Vong, October 29th, 2020, day to remember surgeon stayin two things, " You can close your eyes if you want." entirely I respond, "Why, I have had three knee replacements." He said, "Nine a.m." Thinking later, "This recorded," and he will talk his way through this and they look on, later at this technique. I closed my eyes at 45 degrees, and began to count backwards; when I awoke the paper gown had been replaced by cotton drape, I knew he had tornaway to my nckedness scrubed, my parts, shaved me more than nurse had shaved me in preparation room while my wife, my best friend, watched, looked on she said with lowered voice, "I did no what to expect! Would he be gibbering idiot?" I came back into ICU neurology, talking as fast in even tones, to remeder daughter and my wife, I was impressing nurses, began talking as fast as I could to show them that I was already awakened, the grill to remember hospital, date, and place Sioux Falls, South Dakota, time when clock faced me above my bed, I had nurse remarke the time, so I said six hours later, and then remembered the clock, for sure the time of operation, I walked away when one of the doctors of my classified skeleton Ankylosing Spondylitis, said he would see me no more, so I planned my departure, went to the hospital that had saved my life so many times, I did not want to see that doctor who had plied me with so much medication that I had rammed into this woman damaging her eyes, insurance grilled me over and over, was it your fault? Of course, so I did remember Dr with Pizza Place, we ate at his place giving 40 dollars for pizza before I had to give up spinach. Now I remember all and I know surgeon speeding to his oral board examination, while with my phone I contacted Treeleaf Zendo to tell them I was alright, turned to sitting from my hospital bed so every 1/2 hour nurses entered my room and plied their questions, "Who is the president? What is the time? What is your name? What hospital?" twas then I realized they had tethered me down and twisted my neck, and opened my brain with a stay, this still makes me on the verge of tears about how close I came to losing my poetry, how even now It's hard to hold a cane, and my rights eye, just below where they opened me up, has Macular Pucker, so vision is in and out, so I could have another surgery, cutting me open as has been done many times, this time threatening my vision, and I will return to Ophthalmology LTD year after treated for infection of the eyelids, and gases with dilation, methods for my eyes, told nothing wrong, they meant to drive me away as I went to the non profit hospital because I made complaints about the rheumatologist, now I have one of the best I have ever had, thank you for finding me, treating my Myeloma, and checking me over, and once a year x ray checking me for cancer agents. I am letting the best care I have had from the Christian hospital that recognizes my right to Unitarian Universal, and Buddhism. Yes, they recognize people's right and helping them practice Muslim Religion, these people have owed nothing, keep prices low, though I have instructed ambulances to never revive me if I am dying, and I am with Tibetan Buddhists; cut me up and throw me to the bone yard, let predators have old age no old age, death no death, birth no birth, so I accept Heart Sutra about 700 years after the Buddha, in short form what I accept as death no death living right now, then not being as bones and flesh decay, my eyes turn me to end of reality, dust no dust, in bone yard of believers of the Buddha find essence of nothing, something, Thich Nhat Hanh said compost becoming flowers, I have instructed my wife to take my ashes to a flower garden because I cannot feel or think of the bone yard, simple ashes on the garden so our daughter can return and see what dad has become something beautiful, I do even want to be beautiful as I am today, old man with dignity. Let there be no World War three until I pass away and become ashes for the flowers, do you suppose that is costs as much as burial gravel to my wife $5500 and then she will have to pay taxes, nothing left, I have left $7000 to our daughter; insurance will cover my burial, and brain to Harvard Brain and Tissue Bank in Massachusetts. I want some posterity to help science, and I will hope for no stroke, nothing to keep Goge Boom from calling, or my wife to allow the harvest of my brain which will be interesting, if they can see I have made near full recovery from my brain surgery because Buddhist Soto Zen, I will remain in the flower garden not the boneyard, as my evening Gatha says, Life and Death are of Supreme importance, life and death, life and death importance, death no death, old age, no old age. All, no All. CRT that is.

Gasho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Loving Kindness

He turns days to nebula, lost galaxy
A University degree, now pilgrimage;
Science, when he learned to bake bread,
Fed his friends when they were hungry,

Already knew his working knowledge
Of innocence to reaffirm friendships. True
Behavior, useless harm, needed always
To repent upon her door of unborn love.

His stomach dropped from his deepest pity,
In cavern of his blood, fresh destruction,
Learning what freedom is not, to trust another
Who is lost, that is who he turned to, woman,

More than defiant resistance, he is sweet
Regret as mind betrayed no more changes,
Bible of miracles Psychologically removed.
Newly freed from greed, no scorched earth,

He Claimed his new body, defiant passion gone,
Full circle his love no desire, saved another
Painful shock in brain, locality his home of truth
Never in destruction, in Buddhood his story

Saved away from cosmic fear, They grow old
Together, find wisdom, Dharma friends,
Justice in attitudes brought recompense
From Poverty, sought together out of need,

Near forest of his fear, success from solitude,
Grasping autumn's disability in food
Like stones, abused arthritic bond, totality,
Grace in peaceful family, this his greatest wish,

River of legacy, loyal marriage on June
12th, 1982, they took their hands, slender
In music, thus seeking light recognition
Eyes brought with kindness to all,

Saved in togetherness, thought never abandoned
Immorality gone, his disease, friend in Earling,
Found this AVM, Then his brain recovered well.
To daughter's walk, he never lost his fear,

Their inability to think, daughter stands, writes,
In Japanese, her bright intelligence, the gift
From parents. Mother rewards' man, child,
Womanhood of truth, responsibility to work,

Silver curls from blond hair, beauty never
Questioned, gone is childhood. Equanimity
Their Karma, legacy of man's deepest respect,
Equality in fire summon. Such history reveals

Actions, Loyalty of fatherhood, husband to wife.
Maittreya. They are Vimalakirti, accepted
Disability, give back what she can be,
Finds her greatest giving in gratitude,

Compassion of his sight, her warmth, ethically
Now awake, he possess nothing to take!
What is given, nothing more. Daughter
Mother, and father, child's legacy, a vision

Of strength in their eyes, so parents are best
Friends, Kindness from both in nothingness,
Born quietly, reborn children who give back,
Testaments of his gratitude in poetry.

Gassho
sat/lah
Tai Shi

[Tai Shi]

Verse of Atonement

When man or woman ache in heart,
My heart in soul, where do they turn
Where do they die, how can deceit
Break bones and Flesh, how can death?

How those he loves, turn on him
To destroy love, to destroy country
How could you treat Akhmatova, bring
Flesh bringer to Brodsky, how could

German heritage break his mind
As mentally ill at tossed into ovens
With JEWS, along with BLACK, ALONG
ANY DISABILITY, he had no empathy

No because even he had been gassed
In World War One, this same lame
Artist, this ugly man seeking all to blame
Hate, retribution, all athletes shamed

Sought to destroy except greatest reign,
Areon Race, White, blue eyed, free sex, alcohol
Anything men desired if only to submit
To Racesiam, death uniform, anyone

Different, we of Zen Buddhism, Seek
Like Vietnamese, Thich Nhat Hanh
Witnessed death inflicted by fire
To grown self one cannot sit ideally

By this atrocity of American death
This aristocracies, both child, father
Told no, you cannot be filled with hate
Both for father's now, found each other.

Drove my bicycle to Europe and even Klaus
Tried to Seduce, I saw women seducing
Men. Returned to man attempting to take
Me by force, others had given to sordid life,

I turned to Buddhism, my Life of Atonement
My own Daughter sent to University give
Every12 step or money, our sacrifice no death
For her education, I would give, for turned

To no other women, time to see her mother
Renounced the Arion dribble, death out the way
Gross liberation, told child's play was not adult
But child exploration, child death by father

Father repented, the child said I am
Man we have white skin, blue eyes, dad
You see Joy Harjo, daughters of death
You see with me, death is not the way.

You have repented, I would never point
To our infirmity, you know already we
Both have bipolar, we would both be tossed
Into Ovans, Father, I lOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.


Gassho
sat/ lah

[Tai Shi]

Recognize Your Heart

Shall we sit, shall we Host
Shall we write in our pace slowly
Don't be afraid. This is poetry, any
Verses, Any experiment is welcome
Yet in the life of not a threat of hurt
The art of any type, photo,of shoes
Tied of Free verses, great or rhymed
Couplets, tetrameter, not great
But trying all welcomed Pentameter,
Sonnet or Villanelle formal form
We all are out of more hope than any
Three thousand humble free verse
Any words, Souls might add anything
Not Detract, both criticize, remorse given
Am I to offer to break my mundane
Own suggestion, by writing anything
Beautiful verses about bugs or snails
Family and friends, about little children,
Beauty of the Great Bower built in verse
This of Bliss, so how many marry or live
Together Could here proclaim love, dear of wife
Friend or husband, The flower of delight
Could not any stept or sit and is it impossible
Out of 300 hundred souls who love
Claim to sit could not five or six more
Sit with us who sit at 6:05 am with acceptance
Of those who lead slowly 8:00 a.m. or would
Like some other day 8:00 pm could we,
Just sit quietly to be with our hands
Given in Peace, sit at noon or 2 o'clock
We with thee humble offerings, care
At 1/2 hour Shikantaza at times more
Comfort, Ever could plant a tree, a seed
Then could I offer bread to those, hungry
With none, to help in ways obvious, not
2:00 a.m. this morning tide, I could sit with you
Could more than two, three sit together
Without needs, let us dedicate seeds of life
To Peace with those who have money,
Time of service, heart of mine breaking
I volunteered from age 54, I was in need
Hurting, So Gave To age 70 then it became too
Taxining in old age, yet in sickness, infirm
Five thousands volunteers people my home,
In my area, Sioux Falls give time every year
In South Dakota thousands more volunteered
Sometimes twenty hours I gave guiding
At Butterfly or hospitals with my heart.
At Sanford Hospital in Sioux Falls in home
Butterfly House, Avera Clinics my friends
Hospital where I offered service,
500 hours of my time to give more if
More 700 hours. my riding the bus, leading
Support group gave money for Ankylosing
Spondylitis, Nature Conservancy
Could we but sustane by stating how
Somewhere, where we are giving
We have given one or two love in gathered,
One some Dollars to Boy Scouts
Girl Scout cookies, see where we
Could give even four dollars more operating
Places or 1/2 hour in store of time for each
One to one, say it openly we love we
Give of the heart to come to another
National Alliance on Mental Illness
Where I was awarded The Ten
Year Service Award, Gold
Hall of Fame, Silver Hall Of Fame, Nationally
In service to humanity, open heart, loved each
To Each Person, people I touched, loved those,
I cannot serve today because with health
I am old and sick, where are those to take my place,
Who would step up and help what we need
Only $200 if more is allowed to declare taxes
In this country, where are those who live,
Would give of the heart for those we loved
Who cannot walk to X-ray facilities
Where are those who would walk for them?
With People to shelter? So let's recognize
Some who cannot serve public recognize
Places for their need to help at home,
I end my diatribe against the Tribe
If I offend it is not so! I wish heart to
Heart, To end by saying gratitude, hopefully
Heart To those who work openly for Peace
To Announce it's okay what we do for children,
Tell where you have given something
Or some other way, be it so, a little word
Of praise. Let us be so help humanity slowly!
Slightly or grately, when I but as a boy at Boys
Club in Des Moines where I taught photography.
Give of the heart, give of the word, of Peace!

Gassho
sat/lah

[Tai Shi]

In February 1917, the revolution started in Petersburg (then named Petrograd); soldiers fired on marching protestors, and others mutinied. They looked to a past in which the future was "rotting". In a city without electricity or sewage service, with little water or food, they faced starvation and sickness. Akhmatova's friends died around her and others left in droves for safer havens in Europe and America, including Anrep, who escaped to England.[27] She had the option to leave, and considered it for a time, but chose to stay and was proud of her decision to remain.:[26]

You are a traitor, and for a green island,
Have betrayed, yes, betrayed your native
Land,
Abandoned all our songs and sacred
Icons,
And the pine tree over a quiet lake.

— Green Island, trans. Jane Kenyon[28]
Akhmatova wrote of her own temptation to leave:

A voice came to me. It called out comfortingly.
It said, "Come here,
Leave your deaf and sinful land,
Leave Russia forever,
I will wash the blood from your hands,
Root out the black shame from your heart,
calmly and indifferently,
I covered my ears with my hands,
So that my sorrowing spirit
Would not be stained by those shameful words.

— When in suicidal anguish, trans. Jane Kenyon[29]
At the height of Akhmatova's fame, in 1918, she divorced her husband and that same year, though many of her friends considered it a mistake, Akhmatova married prominent Assyriologist and poet Vladimir Shilejko.[30][31] She later said "I felt so filthy. I thought it would be like a cleansing, like going to a convent, knowing you are going to lose your freedom."[27] She began affairs with theatre director Mikhail Zimmerman and composer Arthur Lourié, who set many of her poems to music.[32]

From Wikipedia

[Tai Shi]

n 1960, the young Brodsky met Anna Akhmatova, one of the leading poets of the silver age.[10] She encouraged his work, and would go on to become his mentor.[15] In 1962, in Leningrad, Anna Akhmatova introduced him to the artist Marina Basmanova, a young painter from an established artistic family who was drawing Akhmatova's portrait. The two started a relationship; however, Brodsky's then close friend and fellow poet, Dmitri Bobyshev, was in love with Basmanova. As Bobyshev began to pursue the woman, immediately, the authorities began to pursue Brodsky; Bobyshev was widely held responsible for denouncing him.[11] Brodsky dedicated much love poetry to Marina Basmanova:

I was only that which
you touched with your palm
over which, in the deaf, raven-black
night, you bent your head ...
I was practically blind.
You, appearing, then hiding,
taught me to see.[11]In 1989, Brodsky wrote his last poem to "M.B.", describing himself remembering their life in Leningrad:

Your voice, your body, your name
mean nothing to me now. No one destroyed them.
It's just that, in order to forget one life, a person needs to live
at least one other life. And I have served that portion.[11]

In 1987, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the fifth Russian-born writer to do so. In an interview he was asked: "You are an American citizen who is receiving the Prize for Russian-language poetry. Who are you, an American or a Russian?" "I'm Jewish; a Russian poet, an English essayist – and, of course, an American citizen", he responded.[28] The Academy stated that they had awarded the prize for his "all-embracing authorship, imbued with clarity of thought and poetic intensity". It also called his writing "rich and intensely vital", characterized by "great breadth in time and space". It was "a big step for me, a small step for mankind", he joked.[12] The prize coincided with the first legal publication in Russia of Brodsky's poetry as an exilé.

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[Tai Shi]

ARTS: Poetry

Yes please post here on Treeleaf Zendo any one is welcome here. I only started this project because I wanted to learn others poems. Please post your poems here. Jishin teach me more about rhymes and rhythms.
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