Such loneliness!
if I could crave in stone a giant,
bound, wordless, standing
early 20th Century Japanese poetry
tanka 2 by Ishikawa Takuboku
Everyone’s
heading in the same direction.
And me, watching from the side.
a three line tanka by Ishikawa Takuboku
Taking off my gloves, my hands stop–
what is it?
a memory flits through my mind
translated by Hiroaki Sato