Harken the tears! A poem by Yuan Chen
Michael Gallagher The following is a poem from Yuan Chen, a great Chinese poet from 779-831 A.D. It is a poem of mourning, so it is a tearjerker. I enjoy the truth…
July 2007
Cubicle haiku
My cubicle cocoonlittered with pictures, posters, paperswhispers sad songs today
High on the hill by Kyonggi University, leaving for home the very next day
The rubber soles of my shoesgripped the cracked pavement. We slowly descended through the mazed ravineof houses nestled in Seodaemun. The sun in the sheltered skycouldn’t find us as we…
Chicken
That chickenyou made for methe other nighttasted good. I saw the smirk fromyour lips, the pride. I watch you all the time, you know.I am with you more now; the…
This lazy summer street
We filed to the red car, in time, like soldiers. We looked down the street and saw the 2 stoplights and the lonely sunset. We walked, We paused. I sighed.
Ode to teeth, ice water, and Jen
My tooth aches at the surgical cold of our water, nerves flayed and skewered, joints thrust in awkward poses. I drop the glass and shards bolt in thousands of pieces…
An Irish Airman foresees his Death by W.B. Yeats
In Michael’s latest addition of why the world should relish poetry more, I give you another of my favorites. The significance of the fact this pilot is Irish is critical…