Visa hot in hand… ‘merica here we come!
But when will we land? And what will become
of the friends who made this place home, those expat alum…
How do you say goodbye to 20-year associates, to the long friends, the Seoul mates that made this place almost home?
Everyday is a Journey
and the journey itself is home.
~ Matsuo Batso
We only ask that in your readings
of this, the play and all proceedings,
be now thus of Theban mind
and unto gods so be kind.
Knowing that the gods are real
as the Greeks of old did feel,
lest thou must in fear conceal
thine own little Achilles heel.
An Ode to Allen
Steeped in 500 years of Confucianism
The heritage of a dynastic Yi hermitage
Indoctrinated its population in the prism
Of expanding stasis, getting on in age.
Here begins the story of Horace
As he happed on the hapless case
Of Kojong and his hermit race
In a time of encroaching barbarians and Yi’s passing grace…
I remember following up the long incline
Of cement stairs
Along the steep sided alleyway
To the peak of our expression
And the open expanse…
A quiet hold in her notes
Rises smoke soft
From earthen fairy mounds
And bogs and rivers
To raise our spirit…
Formation of the Celts
Through dreams portents and visions
I found the Fertile Crescent’s
Of Darius and Xerxes
From Cyrus’ long descent.