Monday, September 29, 2014

The Inn at Tamagawa Station


Midautumn--the wind and the rain are now at their most melancholy.
A wanderer, my spirit is inseparable from this difficult road.
During the long night, dreams float from the pillow--
Awake suddenly, I have mistaken the sound of the river for the voice of the rain.

---Ryokan---

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