On the naked cliff
and in the hair
air
of rock and wave.
All changing skin hour by hour.
The salt becomes brine-soaked light,
the sea opens
its clouds,
and the sky
hurls green foam.
The brilliant day
is like a flower
driven into
a golden lance.
All
is
bell, cup,
emptiness, raising
the transparent heart
of stone
and
water.
Copyright © White Pine Press.
Translations copyright © 1986, 1990, 1993, 1998, 2001 by Maria Jacketti, Dennis Maloney, Clark Zlotchew
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