Birgit Bunzel Linder
Birgit Bunzel Linder Poems
|41.||Rumi, Or, My Heart Is A Vagabond||1/23/2016|
|43.||Osmanthus Of Desp'air||1/23/2016|
|44.||Li Yu, Waley, And I||1/23/2016|
|45.||Water At Night||9/30/2015|
|46.||A Quiet Life||9/29/2015|
A Quiet Life
Today we walked out of our dream
to sit on the brown bench again,
right across the bare white rocks
that soften the sea.
A summer evening
when we are both quiet,
entranced by the colors of the six o’clock sun
that flicker over the ocean,
mesmerized by the inaudible life
that hangs in the air.
When leaves rustle in the breeze
you whisper, “I think it is a poem.”
“It came like water, and like wind it goes, ”
I whisper back.
Far away, a sail silently glides from east to west.
I look at you and smile.
Our hearts, too, once crossed over
All Saints Day
We prepare for the cemetery when
dew has turned to rain to frost to hail.
At season’s infancy, they say.
Jittery trees line our cobbled streets,
standing bare and reaching high.
The roots hold on to the hardened soil,
afraid to lose their ground.
In the morning we bring out our sleep,