nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
FALLING STARS AND FAITHFUL WOMEN
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Today I want to talk about a rather odd poem by John Donne (1572-1631). I
will give it in its old spelling. Many find it rather difficult because of
its ol...
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