Making a Poem by Quoting Issa

      by David Budbill

I am old enough for frosty hair.
The years add wrinkles to my face.

Life is brief; desire infinite.
I, too, am made of dust.

This world of dew
is only the world of dew—

and yet . . .
Oh! and yet . . .

From While We’ve Still Got Feet, Port Townsend, Washington: Copper Canyon Press, 2005, page 135.