Tuesday, September 30, 2014

A Poem


Always, when I was a boy,
I would play here and there.
I used to put on my favorite vest
And ride a chestnut horse with a white nose.
Today I spent the morning in town
And the evening drinking amid the peach blossoms
...by the river.
Returning home, I have lost my way. Where am I?
Laughing, I find myself next to the brothel.

---Ryokan---

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