Tuesday, December 31, 2013

A Poem by Ryokan


Around the tenth of the tenth month,
I visited the foot of Mount Magi, where Arinori
used to live. Seeing the abandoned plum tree, I
reflected on our friendship.


In the past,
we used to catch falling plum blossoms
in sake cups.
Now they vainly
fall to the ground.

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