"Door God: Zhong Kui, the Demon Queller, Expels Evil and Attracts a Bat of Happiness," in the collection of the Arthur M. Sackler Museum
Where we all live, in the cool, in the dark, together, say the bats.
Where we molt and strut, peck at June bugs, say the peacocks.
Oh, Peter. Another August has passed, another poem of mine’s written that you won’t read, and I think about the house you built, those birdhouse gourds trellised, the peacocks in your yard and in that James Merrill poem I’d read to you, your dream of rocks that smelled like peaches, how I just couldn’t recall what they meant in Chinese art the week you died.Home. Where we think of our friends, where love lives, say I.
1 comment:
Wow. Yes. Always coming home. Splendid poem. Splendid painting. Thank you.
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