Yesterday I was invited to attend a lecture
in the Japanese poetry.
I had resisted for long, saying
that poetry -
Is a subtle and personal matter,
not for the collective undertakings,
and so on, and so forth. Then, surrendered.
I easily found the place where they held
the venue,
in the ancient part of the city,
in a small bookshop.
I entered stealthily into a stuffy room,
packed to the limit, where a woman,
a well known-specialist,
was explaining each poem, and
what the "beauty" meant...
For all my love of poetry, I felt sick,
and hurried back to the exit,
onto the street.
And at once, the February evening
breathed freshness into my face,
and the evening light,
and the icicles, and the trees,
played something vaguely known
from the Japanese classic.
-VP, 14 Feb, 2010
Japanese Poetry Evening
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