Tanka by Gabriel Rosenstock

Pic by Arnaud Audoin


Gabriel Rosenstock’s Tanka Series – 9




and for no reason
people danced the whole day long
a joy to behold
             and one of my songs for You
             rekindled an old passion



what a fool I am
no bus will take me to You
i always end up
             in a strange new terminus
             no idea where I am



numbered among clowns
I am, beloved – fakirs
well then, so be it
    in this life one has to be
    something more or less . . .  (i guess)



a panacea?
a cure for the pain of love –
or a love potion
       men wait in a pharmacy
       only God knows what ails them


About the Author

Gabriel Rosenstock is a bilingual poet (in Irish & English), haikuist, tankaist, playwright, novelist, short story writer, essayist, translator, writer for children and champion of ‘forlorn causes’ – the phrase is Hugh MacDiarmid’s. He is a Lineage Holder of Celtic Buddhism and a member of Aosdána (the Irish academy of arts and letters). Among his awards is the Tamgha-i-Khidmat medal (Pakistan) for services to literature. Gabriel’s most recent volume of poetry is Glengower: Poems for No One in Irish and English (The Onslaught Press). His website: https://www.rosenstockandrosenstock.com