We present this work in honor of the 25th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

Lazily through the clear
Shallow and deep,
He oars his chartless way,
Half-asleep
The little paradox – so bright – so cold
Although his flesh seem formed of fire and gold

High emperor of his dim
Bubble-empearled
Jet-shadowed greenish-shallowed
Water-world
Like a live torch, a brand of burning gold,
He sets the wave afire and still is cold.