I sit up with a scroll of your poems, reading before a lamp.
When I’m done, the lamp’s flickering low and dawn’s far off.
My eyes ache. I put out the lamp and sit in the dark. Waves
blown by headwinds: the sound of them slapping at the boat.
translated by David Hinton
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Beautiful imagery (=
Yes, and such longing for an old friend.
This poem always moves me.
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