Two hearts: two blades of grass I braid together.
He is gone, who knew the music of my soul.
Autumn in the heart, as the links are broken.
Now he is gone, I break my lute.
But Spring hums everywhere: the nesting birds
Are stammering out their sympathy for me.
translated by Carolyn Kizer
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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