In the grand sixth decade.....shared quietude of the white crowns
As Fall Begins, I Look WithinLi Yi (746-829)
Ten thousand fears have come to fix my life,
As on this mirrored shore I gaze uneased—
Here all I see has turned my temples white
And now it’s time to face the autumn breeze.
Lì Qiū Qián Yī Rì Lǎn Jìng
for Bam at 103
Your ravaged eyes picture librettos
long known by heart,
as you mouth the arias’ words.
Never bored, your
fragile limbs venture on dream trips,
escapades missed in your youth.
Ripe resonant voice
tells of discussions with Dad,
decades dead, your sweetheart still.
This frail hand I hold
opens in generosity -
probes toward the void -
could wave in the night
and no one see.