Showing posts with label the God of Calligraphy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the God of Calligraphy. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2017

CORRESPONDENCE


The minor official
Who became the God
Of calligraphy
Was the first to respond.
To the ad: "I
Am old
And lonely
And will answer all letters."
Being not busy
He writes her often
Since he’s not
Received a prayer
Since 1963.

Friday, December 8, 2017

NOT WRITTEN




There was to be, my notes tell me, a poem
About the trumpeter Columbus brought with him
To play a fanfare for the Chinese Emperor.
In China, three ghosts and a raven
Were waiting to whirl him and his horn
To a different court entirely. I believe
The God of Calligraphy had agreed
To make an appearance halfway through.
Alas, the trumpeter or I missed our time
And the poem sailed off without him.