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)
THE AGING YEARS
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As people grow old, their friends and acquaintances begin more and more
rapidly disappearing, one by one — leaving this life. Last night I dreamed
I was ta...
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