The Garden Shukkei-en (Carolyn Forche Poem)
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
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