Windblown Snow in the Dawn Sky
As the dawn sky slowly takes on color, windblown snow scatters over the surface of the hot water. In reply to Wind Chime’s Beside the hot water, a dazzling orange sky turns r…
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As the dawn sky slowly takes on color, windblown snow scatters over the surface of the hot water. In reply to Wind Chime’s Beside the hot water, a dazzling orange sky turns r…
The wandering evening star; floating clouds flow over the mountain ridges of Nara.
Quietude I knew, of course, that all things with form must perish. Somewhere, I believed that things without form were eternal. But in truth, in a corner of my heart, I knew that w…
The scenery melts into monochrome, the low voice of Third Radio. The sound of the subway fades away, slow motion blurs on the train window.
Even though summer has not yet reached its height, perhaps because of the typhoon, last night was cool and carried a hint of autumn. Come to think of it, the daytime heat was dry t…
The Nikkei is an interesting newspaper. Today’s Nikkei features Kunio Tsukamoto on both the front page and the final page. On the front page, the “Shunju” column discusses hi…
Kunio Tsukamoto, a leading figure in modern tanka, has died. It feels as though an era has ended. At hand now, I have only “Ryokushoku Kenkyū” and “Nihonjin Reika.” I must also hav…
Since I wander in this fleeting world, the days that have passed lie beyond the mist.
Today, many things have made me think about death. Pope John Paul 2 has died. For me, who had no connection with Catholicism when I lived in Japan, he was the Pope. When he came to…