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In the empty mountains
The leaves of the bamboo grass
Rustle in the wind.
I think of a girl
Who is not here.
Hitomaro,
trans. by Kenneth Rexroth
posted by January 22, 2009 5:36 am | read comments (2)
Antic
January 22nd, 2009 at 5:42 am
Hello.
January 22nd, 2009 at 8:49 am
hello back