Convocation 1
Every year they rise to me
when winter’s worn my spirit almost
through and nothing shows between
myself and devastation but
some photographs of time I used
to know when I was older and
a father and my daughter formed
my world distinct, unfading: eagles!
~Son Rivers 2007
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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