July 7th, 2016

spaces in between

a.

The Autumn cicada
Dies by the side
Of its empty shell.

~Naitō Jōsō
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In the Autumn mountains
The colored leaves are falling.
If I could hold them back,
I could still see her.

~Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
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As certain as color
Passes from the petal,
Irrevocable as flesh,
The gazing eye falls through the world.

~Ono no Komachi
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