Happy Losar

Happy Losar

[I notice that someone found this one which I wrote in 2008. I suppose it was just curiosity. I don’t even know what it means. I must have looked up a few references and thought I was saying something. It’s Tibetan New Year.]

A new year with you
a splendid meal

There is the smell of incense.
Are you a deity or
my love with a match

My love,
you infuse my spirit.
May the spirits approve

You warm me
without wool
though you are
the salt of
my stew

I watch the
lips of your chatter
because chili is hot
like you, but

I cherish your silence
when you are pleased
with the lust of our conversation
when we are
a revelation of one,
the laugh of agreement
the bliss of the giggle
a kiss

— Douglas Gilbert

Happy Losar

A new year with you
a splendid meal

There is the smell of incense.
Are you a deity or
my love with a match

My love,
you infuse my spirit.
May the spirits approve

You warm me
without wool
though you are
the salt of
my stew

I watch the
lips of your chatter
because chili is hot
like you, but

I cherish your silence
when you are pleased
with the lust of our conversation
when we are
a revelation of one,
the laugh of agreement
the bliss of the giggle
a kiss
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert