the sea is me before there was being.
being the sea is like sighting first land
without seeing. i sit on that land
understanding the sea is but nothing.
now a wave is rising and the sea is me, being.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
WHY DID I WAKE? WHEN SHALL I SLEEP AGAIN?
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In the past few days, have noticed a great many people coming to this site
for my discussion of the “Days of Wine and Roses” poem by Ernest Dowson.
In it...
5 weeks ago
1 comment:
makes ya think!
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