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<p>IRISES AND GRASSHOPPER</p>
<p>Client in a house of courtesans, tableau
of masculine and feminine.
The irises lie back, languorous, dark pink
at the centers and lighter at limbs.
The grasshopper, in his armor, grips the green
blade. Proximity is ecstasy
enough. A homesick soldier will kneel
at any woman’s bed, to lose his mind beside
the nakedness of corolla and calyx.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">After the woodblock print “Irises and Grasshopper”
by Katsushika Hokusai, 1760-1849, Japan</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">A CHILD&#8217;S NIGHTMARE OF GHOSTS</p>
<p>Because the young are so capable
of dying, unsure of what’s real in the world,
the territorial ghosts exploit them.
The torment is real. The mother lays
down her sewing needle
and watches the changing weather of her
child’s features. It is theater,
and weakness to look, before
waking him. The thrill of a fish wrestling
with a hook, from a balcony of boat.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;">After the woodblock print “A Child’s Nightmare of Ghosts”
by Kitagawa Utamaro, 1756-1806, Japan</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>IRISES AND GRASSHOPPER</p>
<p>Client in a house of courtesans, tableau<br />
of masculine and feminine.<br />
The irises lie back, languorous, dark pink<br />
at the centers and lighter at limbs.<br />
The grasshopper, in his armor, grips the green<br />
blade. Proximity is ecstasy<br />
enough. A homesick soldier will kneel<br />
at any woman’s bed, to lose his mind beside<br />
the nakedness of corolla and calyx.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “Irises and Grasshopper”<br />
by Katsushika Hokusai, 1760-1849, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">*</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">A CHILD&#8217;S NIGHTMARE OF GHOSTS</span></p>
<p>Because the young are so capable<br />
of dying, unsure of what’s real in the world,<br />
the territorial ghosts exploit them.<br />
The torment is real. The mother lays<br />
down her sewing needle<br />
and watches the changing weather of her<br />
child’s features. It is theater,<br />
and weakness to look, before<br />
waking him. The thrill of a fish wrestling<br />
with a hook, from a balcony of boat.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “A Child’s Nightmare of Ghosts”<br />
by Kitagawa Utamaro, 1756-1806, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p>MOUNTAIN AND RIVER ON THE KISO ROAD</p>
<p>The weasel in its Winter fur lies down<br />
to dream. The silent film<br />
freezes. Snow shuddering from shoulders,<br />
the animal looks asleep.<br />
Now landscape is deadened,<br />
unblemished by fantasy.<br />
Ice in the blue insistence<br />
has no emotion. How beautiful<br />
its absence, the blankness of snowflakes<br />
when they hit, unheard hiss of is, is, is…</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “Mountain and River on the Kiso Road”<br />
by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1797-1858, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p>GOLDEN PHEASANT AND PEONIES</p>
<p>The deep dark gold of persimmon<br />
or Autumn or permission<br />
withheld, he is locked off as a vault<br />
while the peonies are ladies<br />
at a bathhouse—white, exposed,<br />
etched in driven white.<br />
His breastplate leafs alone, while<br />
the flowers have friendship:<br />
fragrant, sodden clouds in Summer<br />
heat. Noble, lonely, he wants<br />
to be found. Wants a signal of We<br />
are the same, in the deep dark down.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “Golden Pheasant and Peonies”<br />
by Isoda Koryusai, 1735-1790, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p>FIREFLY CATCHING</p>
<p>From the cracked black sky come<br />
the month’s pleasure-pulses. The mother drops one<br />
into a hand-sized box, brought for this<br />
purpose: revel before release. The daughter,<br />
strange and familiar, is the picture<br />
of original experience, when excitement dominated veins<br />
before slowing to a swollen flicker. Reminiscence<br />
of girlhood before the lit-up river.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “Firefly Catching”<br />
by Eishosai Choki, 1756-1808, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p>ROCKY SHORE OF KOYURUGI</p>
<p>Waves wraith, eagle-like. Talons unhinged<br />
attack the rocks again and again.<br />
In the glossary of conflict, no nature<br />
against nature, as man will wage<br />
endless battle with himself or his enemies.<br />
The past and future exist<br />
in paranoia only, to enhance the skeptical<br />
present. Banked by emptiness.<br />
The trees, like children, learn to live<br />
at a distance, or else suffer the consequence<br />
of someone else’s circumstance.</p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10px;">After the woodblock print “Rocky Shore of Koyurugi”<br />
by Utagawa Hiroshiga, 1797-1858, Japan</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">* *</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><em>Image: Ana Wingeyer, from the series &#8220;Artistic Moths.&#8221; Curated by Marisa Espínola of <a href="http://espacioenblancocultural.org/" target="_blank">Espacio en Blanco</a> (<a title="Meet the Artists" href="http://www.buenosairesreview.org/2014/07/meet-the-artists/" target="_blank">more</a>). </em></p>
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