Shore
The miracle of lakes
and all that water gathered
like a congregation
found reflecting sky:
the individual sparkle;
ripples of genuflecting
white caps; waves intoning
rocky shore; the depths
unseen, unknown, but sure.
~Son Rivers 2006
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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