The winter river;
flowers offered to Buddha.
flowers offered to Buddha.
creep eastward
a straw coat and umbrella walk past
reading a letter.Translated by Robert Hass
in the mountain’s shadow.Translated by Robert Hass
Is full of regret.
‘The short night–‘The short night–on the hairy caterpillarbeads of dew.The short night–patrolmenwashing in the river.The short night–bubbles of crab frothamong the river reeds.The short night–a broom thrown awayon the beach.The short night–the Oi Riverhas sunk two feet.The short night–on the…
about editors.Translated by Robert Hass
and falling all day.Translated by Robert Hass
bent like a sickle.Translated by Robert Hass
in the sleety snow.Translated by Robert Hass
rocks here and there.Translated by Robert Hass
but the mountain cuckoo?Translated by Robert Hass
far off, wild ducks.Translated by Robert Hass
crows at dusk.Translated by Robert Hass
has disappeared
a mosquite buzzesevery time flowersof honeysuckle fall
Offered to peace prone peopleWho offer what is real-themselvesTo nurse with love and humilitynapalm asphyxiated victimsin our stained worldveiling ambition with face ofhumanity.Beautiful is the momentwhen sunlit world fades awayAnd with it mind made mirrorWhile look inward drawn, sight insight…
To your warm wombMother……Without your choiceOr mineDestined to up dateWith timeOur human treeBut before loveGrew into flesh and wordsWhat is unfinished creation-A precipitation of bloodBecame my transcendence.
Extend an armless arm, find it harderTo hold peace than explosivesIn a napalmed landWhere arms are more expensiveThan human hands.As homebred exile I learn to follow safetythrough blood on the roadlit flashed by bomb-light,To grow under a chemical skyDripping with…