Verso
Past Blake and innocence,
I dream an aspen quaking
in experience,
its argent parchments forgetting
they are silver leaves,
believing to be gray
decreed and regulation-
sized—until a sounder
wind can turn the pages.
~Son Rivers 2006
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
2 weeks ago
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