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Re: OT: poem of the day

From:Sally Caves <scaves@...>
Date:Monday, March 21, 2005, 5:56
Did anyone reply to this?  Clearing out my unopened mail, I found this.
It's absolutely beautiful, Jonathan.  Do you know what volume this comes
from?  Is Nemerov contemporary?


----- Original Message -----
From: "Jonathan Chang" <zhang23@...>
To: <CONLANG@...>
Sent: Thursday, March 10, 2005 6:21 PM
Subject: poem of the day

> A friend of mine emailed me this poem... enjoy... > > Writing > > The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters > these by themselves delight, even without > a meaning, in a foreign language, in > Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve > all day across the lake, scoring their white > records in ice. Being intelligible, > these winding ways with their audacities > and delicate hesitations, they become > miraculous, so intimately, out there > at the pen's point or brush's tip, do world > and spirit wed. The small bones of the wrist > balance against great skeletons of stars > exactly; the blind bat surveys his way > by echo alone. Still, the point of style > is character. The universe induces > a different tremor in every hand, from the > check-forger's to that of the Emperor > Hui Tsung, who called his own calligraphy > the 'Slender Gold.' A nervous man > writers nervously of a nervous world, and so on. > > Miraculous. It is as though the world > were a great writing. Having said so much, > let us allow there is more to the world > than writing: continental faults are not > bare convoluted fissures in the brain. > Not only must the skaters soon go home; > also the hard inscription of their skates > is scored across the open water, which long > remembers nothing, neither wind nor wake. > > Howard Nemerov > > > -- > Hanuman Zhang > >> Verbing weirds language. >


Tim May <butsuri@...>
Jonathan Chang <zhang23@...>