Nov 13, 2009
Poetry Friday
Categories: Word Play
NOVEMBER NIGHT
Listen. . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.
— Adelaide Crapsey
IT IS THE TIME OF RAIN AND SNOW
It is the time of rain and snow
I spend sleepless nights
And watch the frost
Frail as your love
Gathers in the dawn.
— Izumi Shikibu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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