Getting this old isn’t much fun,
and it’s worse stuck in bed, sick.
I draw water and arrange flowers,
comforted by their scents adrift,
scents adrift, gone in a moment.
And how much longer for me?
Cut flowers and this long-ago I:
it’s so easy forgetting each other.
translated by David Hinton
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Reblogged this on CRAZY LIFE and commented:
One of my best writers( you all too), I just love when I come across to read his things
Thanks for reblogging this poem, Charly.
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Forgetting is not easy,my dear!!
I agree.