The Limits of Empathy: A Short Poem
Each day, one hundred fifty thousand People will die. You could not cry a second For each if you try.
Category: poems
Modern Love, 30
What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb, And all that draweth on the tomb for text. Into which state comes Love, the crowning sun: Beneath…
Tao Te Ching, Ch. 47
Without stirring abroad One can know the whole world; Without looking out of the window One can see the way of heaven. The further one goes The less one knows. Therefore the sage knows without having to stir, Identifies without…
Poem on Hotel Paper
(I think this is like 2 years old, but I don’t remember.) As I lift this misty veil To see those doeful eyes well With joy or sadness who can tell This marriage of inconvenience will show them No song…
The return flight
A Chinese man and a white woman in the airport lobby In SD, that city by the sea, On their way to San Jose, like me, A quarter-size violin at their feet, Chatting of movies and Suzuki Recitals, busily checking…