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| Philip Whalen |
Hymnus Ad Patrem Sinensis
I praise those ancient Chinamen
Who left me a few words,
Usually a pointless joke or a silly question
A line of poetry drunkenly scrawled on the margin of a quick
splashed picture - bug, leaf,
caricature of Teacher -
on paper held together now by little more than ink
& their own strength brushed momentarily over it.
Their world and several others since
Gone to hell in a handbasket, they know it -
Cheered as it whizzed by -
&conked out among the busted spring rain cherry blossom winejars
Happy to have saved us all.
Philip Whalen, 1963
Loved this -- who knows where a haiku might end up?
ReplyDeleteThis is the antidote for the crazy.
ReplyDeleteThank-you, Elizabeth.
oh, i've never read anything by him. i liked it a lot.
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