Winter: Five Poems
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.