When I can’t read two sentences without drifting off, I sleep. When the sun comes up, I awaken.
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When I can’t read two sentences without drifting off, I sleep. When the sun comes up, I awaken.
Lost
in a foggy wood.
all the trees alike,
no long view,
no hint of the sun's position...
(or existence.)
just the vertical stripes of
straight pinetree trunks --
like the bars
of the cell
of a giant --
laid against a fluffy white
backdrop.
I can scurry between
the bars, like a mouse,
but am still lost
and still caged.
The Life of an Amorous Man: A Novel of Love and Desire in Old Japan by Ihara SaikakuI never writhe in a tub of broken glass… anymore.
Last night chirps resounded in the cold,
Through witching hour no sleep occurred.
I rose and slowly walked, alone.
Moonlight window glow, but no one stirred.
I've grayed in service and search of fame.
On hills, back home, the pines have grown old.
That's the story I'd let my lute tell,
If a string weren't broken &
there was someone to be told.