Wednesday, June 30

The Other Reading

This poem was supposed to be read at the wedding. I had lost the book I found it in, and so, a few days before the wedding I went to Powell's Books, found the book and looked for paper and pen in my purse. I had none. What mother, or woman for that matter, doesn't have a bazillion things to write with and on in her purse at all times?!

Here is my little sweet that I love so much. I saved it as a text draft on my phone, and never typed it out for anyone to read.  But it is still ours.

Do you not see
that you and I
are as the branches of one tree?
With your rejoicing
comes my laughter;
with your sadness
start my tears.
Love, could life be otherwise
with you and me?

Tsu Yeh  265-316 Tsin Dynasty

1 comment:

  1. That's so lovely.

    Most of the time I carry about two pounds too much crap in my bag and then, wouldn't you know, as soon as I need something, I've taken it out. For an hour while I go to lunch or to the store or whatever. ridiculous.