Thursday, January 15, 2009

Daddy: October 1943- January 2005


Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going—
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.

(Ichikyo, written on the morning of his death, 1360)

14 comments:

  1. MJ: apparently, brush and ink.

    Karen: I love that poem. I wondered what it said in the original Japanese, though. Maybe a little different.

    QG: Thanks sweetie.

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  2. Hey Leah,
    I guess the hole in our hearts they leave never fills up does it? The poem is lovely. Poignant and lovely. Damn, you've made me cry now.

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  3. Cece: you know, poetry has helped me all along in dealing with the death of my beloveds. And crying is good, I do it often when I think of dad, although in the early days, where you are now, it can feel so raw...love to you.

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  4. Mine went last month, yers at 62 was way too young sorry.

    Poem was shite it didn't even rhyme.

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  5. By the way, Bindi had her baby.

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  6. Oh, Knudsen, you made me laugh! No small feat today.

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  7. Very nice
    Simple, profound and true

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