Sonnet August Twenty-Five
It’s like those first few months you’re falling in love,
and every touch is heat-affected, while
below the fusion zone, two liquid hearts
eliminate their interface and arc
together underneath a substrate pool,
annealing into solid states of welded
transformation, a single microstructure,
crystalline and diamond iron-willed.
That’s what summer does to us northerners.
It binds us to this earth with all its lush
seductive days and naked sun with river
warm embracing through the midnight hour
until dry ice and storms from cold beyond
fail to break apart our August bond.
~Son Rivers 2005
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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