Winter: Five Poems
Those who compose poems must regard feelings as of foremost importance.
The Nun Abutsu, The Night Crane: Treatise on Poetics
Philosophy’s toothache a poet takes to be the throbbing of an open mouth.
You cannot walk toward the sun without trying to open your eyes, not here.
I rose to write, you moved the space heater to the workroom and went back to bed.
The day is growing longer but I am not waiting for anyone at the end of it.
To modulate without line breaks, remove glove, run hand over the lime tree.