Winter Field (Kihachi Ozaki Poems)
Now, over the field,evening hangs suspended like a gigantic harp.Frost binds the ridges solemnly severed furrow from furrow;the long harp-sound ...
Now, over the field,evening hangs suspended like a gigantic harp.Frost binds the ridges solemnly severed furrow from furrow;the long harp-sound ...
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