Sitting in the shade,
I look acoss the river
at a wall of eastern
pines; it could be several
hundred years ago.
The sun is shining there
and not a motor boat
has been invented yet.
And I remain unborn.
~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
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