Half remembering, yet not remembering, just waked up from a dream;
almost sad, but not sad, a time when I’m feeling lazy,
I hug the covers, lie on my side, not wanting to get up yet–
beyond the blinds, falling petals fly by in tangled flurries.
translated by Burton Watson
Really beautiful.
Glad you like it.
A universal condition !
Right.
Sounds like he is about my age or the age of my Grand daughter. One or the other.
Definitely not the age of your granddaughter. More in our age group when he wrote it..