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The Ear and the Eye (After Chu Hsi)
The sun appears
trapped like a fly
in a web of branches,
but it’s an illusion.
The sun will escape
from such confusion.
They say before he died,
Li Po tried to express
the sound of a sunset in words
or so I’ve heard.
I watch willow leaves
fall into a black river.
I hear the river carry
them somewhere.
I only imagine where.
I’ll never go there.
I watch clouds assemble
like an invading army.
I hear far off thunder.
It seems I know nothing.
I can only wonder.
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About the Author: George Freek’s poetry has appeared in numerous Journals and Reviews. His poem “Written At Blue Lake” was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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Image Credit: Chase Dimock “Sunset West” (2021)
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