A journey of no return:
the wanderer’s sack is
bottomless.
~Kyoshu*
Join Ben’s photo challenge: Depth
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Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
A journey of no return:
the wanderer’s sack is
bottomless.
~Kyoshu*
Join Ben’s photo challenge: Depth
*cited:
Japanese Death Poems
Yoel Hoffmann
Were there someone
in the world
who feels as I feel,
we would talk all night
in this grass hut.
~Ryokan*
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Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
It’s Not The Same
The demonstrators who…filled the streets…
the suicide core of the…who attacked…
And the students who charged against the riot staves of police…
They weren’t the same people.
…
what happened to all those people after that?
Nothing is ever quite the same
each time is different from every other
the heart of each person is disconnected.
But if there is one thing
that is the same,
it is that neither the newspapers nor television
ever reported on those young men after that.
And
the enemy in the world today
is not the United States,
is not the Soviet Union
but, bridged between you and me
unidentifiable
words of silence.
~Fukunaka Tomoko*
*cited:
The Burning Heart
K Rexroth & I Atsumi
We meet and we part.
Coming and going–hearts like passing clouds.
Except for the marks of a frosty-hair brush,
human traces are hard to find.
~Ryokan*
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Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
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