Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Who Makes These Changes

Who Makes These Changes 



Who makes these changes? 
I shoot an arrow right. 
It lands left.

I ride after a deer and find myself 
chased by a hog.

I plot to get what I want 
and end up in prison.

I dig pits to trap others
 and fall in.

I should be suspicious 
of what I want.



From The Book of Love
Translated by Coleman Barks