Debora Greger

(1949 - / Walsenburg / Colorado)

Best Poem of Debora Greger

Station 40, Chiriu: The Poet Ariwara No Narihira At Eight Bridges

What is sky but water, more water,
crossed by eight bridges?
Is the ancient poet in a rush to reach land?

No, he's already one of the Six Immortals.
How long before the papery iris-petals
he admires wrinkle? They barely grow beards.

In a thousand years, pilgrims will come.
They will stand where he stood. Where, they will ask,
are the flowers that empurpled his poem?

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