Hearing of a Death, I Boil De Cecco
Hearing of a death, I boil De Cecco; looking out the window, sunlight spills over the cherry tree next door. I read on Mayumi’s blog that a close friend of hers had passed away. It…
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Words That Fall Scattering as They Ask Forever
Because Ameblo had been closed for a while for renewal, I visited “Kaze Maria” for the first time in a long time and found the following tanka poems. The leaves of words, asking fo…
Why I Am Not a Tanka Poet
I have written this before, but I do not think of myself as a tanka poet. The reason is simple: I have studied far too little. I have not properly read the Man’yōshū, the Kok…
On the Flattening of Tanka
Tanka Versus had a discussion about the flattening of tanka. I had been away from tanka for about 15 years after my father’s death, but during that time the environment surro…
Farewell, Blue Train
Another thing we must say “farewell” to today The original Blue Train—farewell amid lively crowds After reading Floating Island’s “Farewell, Blue Train”.
The Lantern Festival
On the Lantern Festival day of the Spring Festival, evening falls;all the people walking the streets are festive. The warm light of the lanterns illuminates and brightens people’s…
Clouds on the Battlefield
Upon the battlefield, suffering accumulated; clouds of days gone by fade away. I spent about 1 hour walking through the pitch-dark underground shelter, Abuchiragama, in Itokazu, Ta…
A Half Moon Hangs at the Zenith on a Winter Evening
A half moon hangs at the zenith on a winter evening; I walk alone along a dim road. As I was walking along the road at Gaiemmae on my way home from an outing, I happened to look up…