Did the cuckoo cry?
I open the door
And look out in the garden
There is only the moon
Alone in the night.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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Wonderful. Especially as we have been hearing the yellow-billed cuckoo calling at our place the last two days.
Another reason these poems speak to you, Emily.
That in itself is what makes me want to write, to create…something. I have been doing a few Chinese iterations and I love to do that. This verse is different in that respect, it is complete enough for us. It makes me want to re think and add a perspective to it, without doubt it could not be matched or compared nor enhanced any – we can hold it up as an unreachable star of aspiration perhaps. Another reason why I love to visit your blog. Very nice.
Thank you, Anita. I’m glad you like these Chinese/Japanese poems I post. They have a special meaning for me, too.
That captures so much.
I’m glad you think so, Anna.
Lovely poem as d moon has come on my garden.
And that must be a lovely sight.
Yeah.thanks.