In town
there are sounds
of flutes and drums.
But in this deep mountain
only a pine rustles.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
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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*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
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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*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Kazuaki Tanahashi
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