The Sphinx Moth’s Riddle
she’s never met the wife
yet knows the husband’s
garden
today he thinks
his male nurse is a
novelist
he rejected
Nabokov was also famous
as a lepidopterist
in the greenhouse
with a torch—
night-blooming cereus
the answer to the sphinx
moth’s riddle is
not man
***
Li Po
in a boat, very tipsy
Li Po tries to kiss
the moon and drowns
not dead after all
a branch of the plum
tree blossoms
***
Ukiyo-e
dusk
—
ferns
and cedar in the rockface
shading
the railbed
a
bit of chaff on the print
still
damp from the woodblock
she
serves rice
from
the steam table
arm
wrapped in a towel
the
bowl's empty
Basho
sleeps in a windowless room
***
Sturgeon
Moon
the
laundry out to dry
then
in —
summer
rain
the
whole valley heard about
the
ruckus in the henhouse
bear
scat loaded with saskatoons
by
Wolverine Creek
I’m
not afraid
my
cabin among laurel
deep in the forest
deep in the forest
sturgeon
moon —
my
father wakes
in
his recliner
alder
leaves drying in shade
on
the hot beach
my
lunch an overripe peach
I
take two plums
from
a basket
they
were so sweet
and
so cold
"Ukio-e" and "Sturgeon
Moon" are from Yoko's Dogs'
first book, Whisk (Pedlar Press,
2013)
"The idea for Yoko's Dogs came about in 2006 around a small tin
table in Montreal when the four of us, living in different places
and time zones, got together and decided to explore collaboration
as a way of expanding our individual practice. Over the first few
months we wrote and revised, and wrote some more; read and studied
and discussed the traditions of Japanese-style linked verse, all via
email. We chose a system of composition and eventually decided that
for readers the mechanics of this system should disappear, the way
forms for moulded concrete are knocked away once the work is
finished."
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