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Dreams of all my family at the cabin
in the woods, from the time the car turns
off the highway the clay bank hillside and
ferns appear as in passing lighthouse beam
then down sloping fir tree tunnel and
so to the house. Who was driving the
car? Dick Anderson, Clarence Thompson—
a friend of mine they never saw, or
some friend from earlier school days
we arrive, my grandmother is delighted,
all the rest jostling and roaring per
usual

                        Just now I read my mother's
Name in a poem by the Earl of Rochester,
   Pepsicola in Japan.

 

 

                                    SENNYU-JI
I went again to see Kwannon who is supposed to look like Yang Kuei Fei {by order of
Hsuan Tsung of T'ang} is it real or only beautiful picture of religious ideal?  
An exquisite profile by any rule
whether or not it wrecked an empire,
broke her comb in Heaven,
strangled by a pear tree,
Real history?  Really a poem?