Before the boats return from dry
dock’s winter-long sabbatical
the harbor soaks up early sun
without a passing sail of care
filling primeval emptiness
with deep subconscious images:
blue water, waves, white-caps, a floating bird,
and unseen creatures named without one word.
THE SOUND OF THE SEA
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There is a pleasant autumn daoku / objective hokku by Gyōdai. Blyth
translates it thus: Indian summer;All day long the sound of the seaIs far
off. Oddly en...
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