Two years ago I crossed
the southwest desert thinking
about a drop of truth
that's totally undrinkable.
Now it's hot and humid
in New England and
I'm drinking cold green tea
it's true--but sweetly unthinkable.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
MORNING SOUND
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Another spring hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: Early morning;The
very first sound —A pheasant’s cry. Aside from being a pleasant verse, this
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