04-24-2016, 06:21 PM
Rashomon
Atop the wooden gate, a carved beam,
rain beating down on slate
roofs and cobblestone. A mountain stream,
trees twirling black on a white sky,
the comforting lie of fixity mocked.
In the forest's moral universe
there is no centre. Though the stream still purls
it keeps its secret, and the oyster is shucked
of your comforting world.
Atop the wooden gate, a carved beam,
rain beating down on slate
roofs and cobblestone. A mountain stream,
trees twirling black on a white sky,
the comforting lie of fixity mocked.
In the forest's moral universe
there is no centre. Though the stream still purls
it keeps its secret, and the oyster is shucked
of your comforting world.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe