Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berrybush
in sun, and I am one.
Such merriment and such sobriety---
the small wild fruit on the tall stalk---
was this not always my true style?
Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a silk-blue sky a brotherhood of four
birds. Can you mistake us?
To sun, to feast, and to converse
and all together---for this I have abandoned
all my other lives.
---Robert Francis
Friday, July 27, 2007
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