Poet-to-Poet: Arthur Sze, "The Owl"



you hi I'm Arthur Z and this poem is the owl the path was purple in the dusk I saw an owl perched on a branch and when the owl stirred a fine dust fell from its wings I was silent then and felt the owl quaver and that dawn waking the path was green in the may light I wrote this poem when I was 22 and I'm not sure I fully understand that even today it was a dream and I liked writing a poem that didn't use the word dream in the poem but it does have the word waking so there's this idea of waking up after some kind of experience and I like that the pump can have that kind of mystery for you to think about you you

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