Beneath the Quabbin Reservoir, four towns
no longer meet each spring to regulate
their rainbow trout, or tax that flow which drowns
the valley in its undercurrent state
of long-forgotten history. Let’s drink
their health from rusty taps we’ve filtered first,
before we finish the dishes in the sink.
There’s something in that blood to quench our thirst.
~Gregory Perry 2004
A THOUSAND THINGS
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Now that it will be the night of the Harvest Moon, here is an old autumn
waka by Ōe no Chisato: Looking at the moon,And feeling the sadness In a
thousand t...
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