There are times when I think life is like a flashlight shone at noon and poetry the shadow that it casts. Tonight is such a night.
Or maybe life is like the hoopla of Super Bowl week and poetry only the game itself.
Or life is monopoly and poetry Go.
Or life if poetry isn’t.
Or if...
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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