No Enlightened Poet Am I Proclaimed
No enlightened poet am I proclaimed,
Rhyming high-flown philosophies in poesy,
(Instead, I only scratch out my words
In verses of winds and scents of spring--
Of the shades of the light crowning wintertime clouds,
Sing the grace of the wings in a homecoming sky.)
For I am no more a poet than you,
And you, with your verses, no more than I.
(And so I write of the white blush of moon
Not referencing love, neither lost nor found
And rhyme the rhythm of the lapping sea
With the throb of the heart in the desert heat.)
For what more, oh poets, are poems than beauty?
(Write: The ethereal river spills sheens iridescent
Beneath the expanse of the heavenly lights)
And what more than beauty is life?
(Breathing perfumes and sparkles of nectars and grass
Spelling effervescence within the infinite hues.)
Copyright © Qi Wang | Year Posted 2010
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