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ANDREAS WEILAND AND JACK FOLEY: BACK AND FORTH


                                             ANDREAS WEILAND


                                           FRIENDSHIP OF POETS

              A cabin

              in a snow storm                                     how many miles, ten
              Kaczynski’s cabin? Thoreau’?                        thousand, away -
              Or ⽩居易 Po Ch’ü-yi’s                                 and yet so close!

              somewhere in the mountain                           But he sees the same
              I see myself carrying buckets                       full moon

              full of snow
              Water,                                              “… the body in poverty,

                           needed                                 your eyes are ill.
                                          in the kitchen          You live in a street in the West

              I see myself,                                       of the town
                                    hesitant,                     No man arrives at your gate”
                                                    asking

              trees for forgiveness                               When did he write these
              while I cut back the branches                       words, Po Ch’üyi

                    that hinder visitors,                         addressing 張籍 Zhang Ji,
                             impede easy access                                                         his far-

                                                       to our     away
              half-hidden door

              When the mail arrives, in the                       poet-friend
              morning,
              electronically, as is the custom                    Are your eyes still bright?

              of these days                                       Illuminated by love
              I read a poem, by Jack,                             and by hope?

              Jack Foley, somewhere in                            I hope there will be a friend
              Oakland -                                           today

                                                                  who arrives at the gate
                                                                  bringing good news


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