Glass Cathedrals: New and Selected Poems
Kaiseki Every thing in its season the time of new tea its perfume mixing with the smell of spring rain and delicate ayu pink as chrysanthemum from the lakes near Kutchan ah the sticky nightingale cake you so loved to eat In summer we squatted grilling eel over charcoal you patted me on the back old friend black eels and soy the time of cucumber and trout sea urchin shells decorating our tables In autumn we searched for mushrooms near Soshu crossing the small bridge I looked back to see you staring at the clouds later over our sake and noodles you talked about the shapes of animals the rabbit the horse and laughed Now it is the month of the moon I fish the abalone by myself the roundness of eggs and bamboo shoots holds no beauty nor the mandarin seaweed lies ungathered on the beach I see many days of winter darkness before me gohan is like ashes in my mouth
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