There are 10,000 distinctions and 1,000 differences among matter— they all follow occasions of fancy. If one abandons this discriminating mind what forms of matter are unique? Poetry of Hyesim Translated by: Ian Haight Image by: Familymwr
Pure Pond by Hyesim
Colder than melted ice it glistens: a newly-ground mirror. The pond’s one pure mood easily reflects 1,000 shadows. Poetry of Hyesim Translated by: Ian Haight Image by: Jun Takeuchi
Replying to Chon, Serving the 4th Grade of Government by Hyesim
You went to the castle markets, and I to the sea-blue mountain— no matter how briefly we met, there was no disharmony. The earthly life of temples and cities has both black nights and bright days— since you think like me, no one should blame you for having my old monk’s face. Poetry of Hyesim Translated by: Ian Haight Image by: Anurag Agnihotri
To My Reflection by Hyesim
This weeks poems are part of a project by Ian Haight to translate the works of Hyesim; he was the first Zen poet in Korea, and the tradition of Zen Buddhist poetry in Korea begins with his writing. Enjoy! I sit alone by a pond, see a monk at the bottom. Silently, we smile at one another— I know his voice will not respond. …
The Red Rock by C. Dylan Bassett
This is what I call home: dust-burnt dirt, a rose of sandstone and bone but a rose in slow blossom. Here the space is Russian-blank (a God-great blow drier), where milk-sour ooze belly-drips from thorns and blown-brown thistles. Here I find hiding: the grass-coddled Crossings, wind- slapped & dry: The atmosphere, a cacophonous-croon clucking itself to a dun thrum. From Lone Mountain…