Henri Cole Poems
- Buddha And The Seven Tiger Cub... Holding a varnished paper ...
- Childlessness For many years I wanted a child though I knew ...
- White Spine Liar, I thought, kneeling with the others, how ...
- Folly In the Doria Pamphili garden, most of the granite ...
- Harvard Classics It is the hour of lamps. On our knees my ...
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Buddha And The Seven Tiger Cubs
Holding a varnished paper parasol,
the gardener-a shy man-off-the-street-
ripple-rakes the white sand, despite rainfall,
into a pattern effortlessly neat,
meant to suggest, only abstractly, the sea,
as eight weathered stones are meant to depict
Buddha and the hungry cubs he knows he
must sacrifice to feed. I sit
in a little red gazebo and think-
ast he Zen monks do-about what love means,
unashamed to have known it as something
tawdry and elusive from watching lean
erotic dancers in one of the dives
on Stark Street, where I go some lovesick ...