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While we've still got feet : new poems

Author: David Budbill
Publisher: Port Townsend, Washington : Copper Canyon Press, [2005] ©2005
Edition/Format:   Print book : EnglishView all editions and formats
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"Inspired by classical Chinese hermit-poets, David Budbill dispatches poems from his remote Vermont hermitage, Judevine Mountain, but cannot escape the complications and struggles of a modern existence. Forthrightly, his poems confront loneliness, mortality, and political outrage with humor and keen insight."--Jacket.
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Genre/Form: Poetry
poetry
Poésie
Additional Physical Format: Online version:
Budbill, David.
While we've still got feet.
Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, ©2005
(OCoLC)607671936
Online version:
Budbill, David.
While we've still got feet.
Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, ©2005
(OCoLC)608563534
Material Type: Internet resource
Document Type: Book, Internet Resource
All Authors / Contributors: David Budbill
ISBN: 155659223X 9781556592232
OCLC Number: 57286149
Description: xii, 151 pages ; 23 cm
Contents: Part one. Gama Sennin --
Thirty-five years --
Drink a cup of loneliness --
Thirty-five miles to a traffic light --
In the tradition --
Up here --
Directions --
Irrelevant and useless --
Weather report --
Part two. Smoke and ash --
Inward --
Judevine Mountain built a house --
Perched in these Green Mountains --
I've got my father's ashes on my desk --
The first, the greatest, the best --
All this striving to succeed will make you a failure for sure --
What is ambition compared to death? --
Kim Ku-yong says --
All this ego --
A dream --
Gandhi said once --
November again again --
Just now --
End of November --
Part three. Winter is the best time --
The mind no-mind brought to mind --
Yang Wan-li says --
Same old thing --
Straight like iron --
The emperor --
Easy as pie --
The warrior's question --
If a Bodhisattva --
February 13, 2003 --
It's different now --
Reading Olav Hauge in the dead of winter --
Two views of the same place --
Leaving home --
The woodcutter --
What would I do without her? or, the hypocrite tells the truth for once --
Another winter night --
Part four. Thirty-five years alone --
Well, most of the time anyway --
Wild monk or? --
What is going on here? --
Do something with your body --
Dialogue --
The mountain recluse asks himself a question --
The beautiful people --
Again just now --
He grieves --
The world left behind --
The other --
Ugly Americans --
The rich are never satisfied --
Here and there: a sunny day, April 2003 --
Sympathy for the poor --
April 3, 2003 --
Love song --
Another spring --
Birth and death in the dooryard --
In the year in which I was fifty-seven --
Written while riding the Q Train across Manhattan Bridge into Chinatown in a city I once called home; or, self-pity in the city --
Look at her now --
Now look at me --
Going home --
Judevine Mountain's siren song: upon returning home from the city --
Part five. What it takes --
Summer's here --
Don't speak in the abstract --
Praise for ambition and lust --
After a painting by Tu Chin called The scholar Fu Sheng in a garden --
With Hui-neng --
The old tree --
The way is like language --
No escape --
Litany for the emperor --
Where I went to school --
The evolution of soph --
When Han Shan was twenty-nine --
Questions --
My father is with me --
The circle is unbroken --
Ryōkan says --
Lies --
Walking meditation --
Glad to be who they are --
My father --
Like smoke from our campfire --
Too busy --
The busy man speaks --
Poem with a quotation from Mr. Lin --
Of two minds --
Green Mountain woodchuck landscape haiku --
Right now --
Often I think i'd rather --
The end of August --
Part six. After looking at an anonymous Sung-Dynasty painting called Lake retreat among willow trees --
A little story about an ancient Chinese emperor --
Yellow leaves-red leaves --
October day-October night --
The lazy bees --
No poems --
This shining moment in the now --
My old and well-known lover --
A nameless ghost --
All ye who are doubtful and confused --
Carnal vision --
A question --
That rebellious streak always did him in --
A cave on Judevine Mountain --
Learning patience --
The woodcutter changes his mind --
What good is this? --
It's now or never --
Unnamed in the records of the immortals --
My house --
Making a poem by quoting Issa --
Part seven. What we need --
What have I got to complain about? --
Different names, the same person --
Winter: tonight: sunset --
South China tiger, Green Mountain catamount --
Tomorrow.
Other Titles: While we have still got feet
Responsibility: by David Budbill.
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"Inspired by classical Chinese hermit-poets, David Budbill dispatches poems from his remote Vermont hermitage, Judevine Mountain, but cannot escape the complications and struggles of a modern existence. Forthrightly, his poems confront loneliness, mortality, and political outrage with humor and keen insight."--Jacket.

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