Peach Blossom Spring
Bed and Breakfast

"Liu Tau-chi of Nan-yang, a gentleman-recluse of lofty ideals, heard the story and began delightedly making plans to go there, but before he could carry them out, he fell sick and died. Since then there have been to more 'seekers of the ford.'" – T'ao Yuan-ming, from Preface to the Poem on the Peach Blossom Spring










Now by November
here go the clouds
as hours along a clock
overhead white but
without numbers
and she said to me
sit for awhile and leave
your clicking work
reach up into it with
a fist and make it your
own hold it to your
breast for in the end
what else do you have
if not the eye
and the body your days
as they might widen
as sunlight to love
or grow up bone by
bone can you feel it
a dream has just floated
past and we could
not catch it the past
itself only a lost
season of leaves
blown to the street