in the dream
my home shore eroded
by time's waves...
what's left of myself
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A Tanka Prose for the author of 'The Pleasure of the Text'
After Roland Barthes declared the death of the author, two poems, lined up side by side, look suspiciously over their shoulders at each other.
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a crescent moon
in the Tagus River
her sultry voice
wailing out a song
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A Tanka Prose
I paint
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for Cid Corman, Translator of 'One Man's Moon: Poems by Basho & Other Japanese Poets'
the scent of sunlight...
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for my first Canada Day, July 1,2003
Name: Chen-ou Liu (phonic) :
Country of Birth: R.O.C.;
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A Haibun
In my recurring dream, a man shaped like a Henry Moore sculpture lies at the foot of the Toronto skyline. Red and blackslashes cut the sky above him. The title, "A Meeting Place of Minds, " is printed at the top of the book. My signatures,Chinese and English, scrawl across a water-stained map of Taiwan at the bottom.
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a baseball cap
on his gold-and-black coffin...
a silent cry
from the blood-stained ground
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for Protesters in Ferguson, Missouri
Ferguson in twilight...
a black boy walks in a line
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