I hope the connections between those poems is--
it doesn't require a lot of chat of.
And they have that link with this last poem
that I want to read, which is again the last poem of a book
as the other one was the last, as I
read the last poem from The Moving Target
and make some a little spur that links onto the things that
come afterwards.
This last one from The Lice is poem
called "Looking for Mushrooms at Sunrise."
And it's just that's what it's about.
I mean, it's like in that respect
like some Chinese poem might have been.
"When it is not yet day, I am walking
on centuries of dead chestnut leaves in a place
without grief.
Though the oriole out of another life warns me that I am awake.
In the dark while the rain fell, the gold chanterelles
pushed through a sleep that was not mine,
waking me so that I came up the mountain to find them.
Where they appear, it seems I have been before.
I recognize their haunts as though
remembering another life.
Where else am I walking even now looking for me?"