Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    

.春立や我家の空もなつかしき
haru tatsu ya waga ya no sora mo natsukashiki

spring’s begun—
the sky over my house too
like old times
    in morning mist
a frenzy of drops
from the tree
    Dew evaporates
and all our world
is dew … So dear,
So fresh, so fleeting
    even for this body of dust
a guardian god!
blossoming spring
    still I see them
how they were…
bare winter trees
    celebrating the rain
in the reeds
croaking frogs
    the plum tree too
is soon snowed in…
winter seclusion
    looking delicious
the snow falling softly
softly
    the plum tree too
is soon snowed in…
winter seclusion
    in winter wind
no one to talk to…
evening
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