Standing on the untilled land, The wind sliding past my hairless pate, I proffer water with trembling hands And light the lamp of a withered fate. They said your soul will wail and wander On the breath and the…
Ghostwalker
Tag: Father
My son, must I stay?
“I fear yours is no living soul. How could it make this distant flight? You came: the maple woods were green. You went: the pass was black with night." ~Du Fu / Vikram Seth The hamartia that ruled my father’s life was…
