poems

The sun awakens

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The sun awakens
to dance among your facets.
The moon, smiling, fades.

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The moon’s breast

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My brother’s garden

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Sunburned by a stream

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Basho – Slender, so slender

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Slender, so slender
its stalk bends under dew —
little yellow flower.

 

-Matsuo Bashō, 17th c. Japan

Edgar Allan Poe – Alone

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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were–I have not seen
As others saw–I could not bring
My passions from a common spring–
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow–I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone–
And all I lov’d–I lov’d alone–
Then–in my childhood–in the dawn
Of a most stormy life–was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still–
From the torrent, or the fountain–
From the red cliff of the mountain–
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold–
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by–
From the thunder, and the storm–
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view–

                              -Edgar Allan Poe, 1875

Ikkyu – Coming Alone

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Coming alone,
Departing alone,
Both are delusion:
Let me teach you how
Not to come, not to go!

-Ikkyū, 15th c. Japan