It’s true, I think, as Kenko says in his Idleness,
That all beauty depends upon disappearance,
The bitten edges of things,
the gradual sliding away
Into tissue and memory,
the uncertainty
And dazzling impermanence of days we beg our meanings from,
And their frayed loveliness.
Charles Wright, American poet, 1935 – , Lonesome Pine Special
(Kenko, 1284 – 1350, Buddhist monk, author of Essays in Idleness)
