
A Personal Reconnaissance
by Tensin Tsundue
From Ladakh
Tibet is just a gaze away.
They said:
from that black knoll
at Dumtse it's Tibet.
For the first time, I saw
my country Tibet.
In a hurried hidden trip
I was there at the mound.
I sniffed the soil,
scratched the ground,
listened to the dry wind
and the wild old cranes.
I didn't see the border,
I swear there wasn't anything
different, there.
I didn't know
if I was there or here.
I didn't know
if I was here or there.
They say the kyang
come here every winter.
They say the kyang
go there every summer.
(Kyang-wild ass found in herds in Changthang (northern plains) of Tibet and Ladakh)
from 'Kora' stories and poems. By Tenzin Tsundue ( http://www.friendsoftibet.org/tenzin/)
1 comment:
Beautiful...Tensin's poem reminded me of this haiku by Basho.
Even in Kyoto--
hearing the cuckoo's cry--
I long for Kyoto.
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