some poetry from vietnam
Spring goes, and the hundred flowers.
Spring comes, and the hundred flowers.
My eyes watch things passing,
my head fills with years.
But when spring has gone not all the flowers follow.
Last night a plum branch bloomed by my door.
(with W. S. Merwin)
This is the famous poem by Man Giac (1051-1096) who died when he was only in his forties. Notice the eye for the transient, for beauty. And notice also the basic optimism of his frame of mind, even on his death bed
[It's only rock'n roll but i like it]