Delphi
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To die while the dew
Is yet undried, that would have
Meaningless meaning.
~ Kōyō [Englished and twisted by Phillip Whidden;
the more correct translation would be
“To die while the dew/ is yet undried that/ would be meaningful.”
If poetry does not quite make you feel
Uneasy somewhere in between the heart
And guts, there’s something wrong. The mind should kneel
In reverence to witchcraft in a part
Of some dimension not identified.
A section of your soul should feel a numb
Dispersal of unreason, hollow-eyed,
