I linger to add my knowledge
whether you want it or miss
the days of silent entertainment. Mirth
drops like bounty from that dog-eared sky
where geese meet your ducks, summer meets winter.
And I, alone, my ducks in a row…
One just off,
so easy to shoot at
Claudia has us playing with our emotions over at dVerse Poets Pub: don’t show, don’t tell, just hint. I’ve been trying to remember all the delicate allusive texts of Japanese literature. Mandarin ducks are regarded as the ideal couple in Japanese poetic and theatrical tradition. Tachibana Akemi, one of the greatest poets of the late Edo period, summed it up beautifully below, but it all changes when geese come into the picture. Or more ducks.
My sweetheart and I,
Sleepy face side by side,
Look out at the pond
Covered with snow and watch
The mandarin ducks floating.