I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Showing posts with label distillations. Show all posts
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17 September 2013

Her Cherished Face

her cherished face
disappears in smoke
evening clouds

This is a distillation of a poem from The Tale of Genji, 
used as a haiku prompt at Kristjaan Panneman's Carpe Diem blog.
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