I must go there today—
Tomorrow the plum blossoms
Will scatter.
***
A nightingale's song
Brings me out of a dream:
The morning glows.
***
A single wish:
To sleep one night
Beneath the cherry blossoms.
***
The mountain village:
Swallowed up by
A chorus of croaking frogs!
***
Autumn's first drizzle:
How delightful,
The nameless mountain.
***
Left behind by the thief—
The moon
In the window.
***
Around my shuttered door,
Fallen pine needles:
How lonely I feel...
***
Calling out to me
As they return home:
Wild geese at night.
***
This old body of mine:
A bamboo buried
In the cold snow.
(—Ryokan, translated by John Stevens)
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—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their poetry and announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)