While we've still got feet : new poems / by David Budbill.

Gama Sennin
Thirty-five years
Drink a cup of loneliness
Thirty-five miles to a traffic light
In the tradition
Up here
Directions
Irrelevant and useless
Weather report
Smoke and ash
Inward
Judevine Mountain built a house
Perched in these Green Mountains
I've got my father's ashes on my desk
The first, the greatest, the best
All this striving to succeed will make you a failure for sure
What is ambition compared to death?
Kim Ku-yong says
All this ego
A dream
Gandhi said once
November again again
Just now
End of November
Winter is the best time
The mind no-mind brought to mind
Yang Wan-li says
Same old thing
Straight like iron
The emperor
Easy as pie
The warrior's question
If a Bodhisattva
February 13, 2003
It's different now
Reading Olav Hauge in the dead of winter
Two views of the same place
Leaving home
The woodcutter
What would I do without her? or, the hypocrite tells the truth for once
Another winter night
Thirty-five years alone
Well, most of the time anyway
Wild monk or?
What is going on here?
Do something with your body
Dialogue
The mountain recluse asks himself a question
The beautiful people
Again just now
He grieves
The world left behind
The other
Ugly Americans
The rich are never satisfied
Here and there: a sunny day, April 2003
Sympathy for the poor
April 3, 2003
Love song
Another spring
Birth and death in the dooryard
In the year in which I was fifty-seven
Written while riding the Q Train across Manhattan Bridge into Chinatown in a city I once called home; or, self-pity in the city
Look at her now
Now look at me
Going home
Judevine Mountain's siren song: upon returning home from the city
What it takes
Summer's here
Don't speak in the abstract
Praise for ambition and lust
After a painting by Tu Chin called The scholar Fu Sheng in a garden
With Hui-neng
The old tree
The way is like language
No escape
Litany for the emperor
Where I went to school
The evolution of soph
When Han Shan was twenty-nine
Questions
My father is with me
The circle is unbroken
Ryōkan says
Lies
Walking meditation
Glad to be who they are
My father
Like smoke from our campfire
Too busy
The busy man speaks
Poem with a quotation from Mr. Lin
Of two minds
Green Mountain woodchuck landscape haiku
Right now
Often I think i'd rather
The end of August
After looking at an anonymous Sung-Dynasty painting called Lake retreat among willow trees
A little story about an ancient Chinese emperor
Yellow leaves-red leaves
October day-October night
The lazy bees
No poems
This shining moment in the now
My old and well-known lover
A nameless ghost
All ye who are doubtful and confused
Carnal vision
A question
That rebellious streak always did him in
A cave on Judevine Mountain
Learning patience
The woodcutter changes his mind
What good is this?
It's now or never
Unnamed in the records of the immortals
My house
Making a poem by quoting Issa
What we need
What have I got to complain about?
Different names, the same person
Winter: tonight: sunset
South China tiger, Green Mountain catamount
Tomorrow.