May Meditation
Nothing but that youthful green
between the cobalt lake and sky—
a cormorant rising in a cove.
The wind begins to gust, the waves
resounding, drowning out all sound.
~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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