narrative arc of the cycle began with the last piece? Sort of like this: “You are sick,
man, with a leaking (read, breaking) heart. Say goodbye to the loved ones that are
close by and take that ‘bucket list’ trip you’ve always wanted. The South Sea Islands,
perhaps? There, the houses are tiny and cool and pleasant breezes blow day and
I. Trade Winds
In the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees,
And day-long, night-long, the cool and pleasant breeze
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale,
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
And in the ghostly palm-trees the sleepy tune
Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
II. Fortuitousness
Zhimou Xu (Chinese, 1897-1931)
Being a cloud in the sky
You don’t have to wonder.
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