Kyoto in Cherry Blossom Time/ poem by Bruce Weber


Walking along the embankment
Serenaded by phosphorescence
Of color and light
To the house of Mr. Chu
The silent potter
Of glazes that shimmer
In the night like far away stars
I watched as the crowd moved
Quietly amidst the stir of leaves
Parasols opening like fans
Among the courtesans
Tipping lightly on their feet
In the dimming sundown eve
The poetry of Basho
Ringing in my ears like
A child’s toy drum
The Kyoto temples
Welcomed me
With their cooing
Their sensual blossoms
Among birds chirping
For peace and rest
On the hard clime
Between life and breath
In this peaceful eave
Along the river walk
Happy to be who I am

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Bruce Weber is a poet and historian of American art. He is the author of six books of poetry. The most recent is There Are Too Many Words in My House (Rogues Scholars Press, 2019). He and his wife Joanne curate the monthly Tuesday evening multidisciplinary series Dialogues for the Ear & Eye at the 9W Diner in Saugerties. Bruce also produces the Hudson Valley New Year's Day Spoken Word/Performance Extravaganza.

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