Poems From The Japanese

Poems From The JapaneseNight View of Matsuchiyama and the San'ya Canal
Kenneth Rexroth


The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.

When I went out
In the Spring meadows
To gather violets,
I enjoyed myself
So much that I stayed all night.


Though the purity
Of the moonlight has silenced
both nightingale and
Cricket, the cuckoo alone
Sings all the white night.


I waited for my
Lover until I could hear
In the night the oars of the boat
Crossing the River of heaven.


In a gust of wind the white dew
On the autumn grass
Scatters like a broken necklace.


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