Thirty-Five
New sap, rising
in the solitary
peach, ran from
an open wound.
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One
Sleeves dripping
from my hike
through heavy
autumnal rains,
I find shelter
amid tall books:
drying my hands,
I find one, lifting it
down with care from
that high shelf:
prints, depicting
with love, hard
country lives —
sudden tears.
- Two
- Eleven
- Eighty
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Twelve
- 84 Fujiwara no Kiyosuke Ason
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Eighty-Nine
- Thirteen
- Ninety
- Ninety-One
- Ninety-Two
- Ninety-Three
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- Ninety-Seven
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- Ninety-Nine
- Fifteen
- 99 (Emperor) Gotoba-no-In
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Thirty
- Four
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Five
- Forty-One
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Six
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Seven
- Sixty
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Four
- Eight
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Ten
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Of Country Folk in August
- New Found Land
- Separation
- Grace
- Carefully
- Cityscape with Pink Rose
- Hummingbird
- Lettuce in Winter
- Praying for Rain
- Waiting for the Rain to Stop
- A Path
- She Knows
- French Pink
- What She Will Do
- Three Deep Breaths
- Clearing the Knotweed
- J.S. Bach
- She Has Work to Do
- Where Are the Potatoes
- These Are Highlands
- And Now It Sings
- Terrified of Them
- It Is Quiet Out There
- Nothing Can Stand Still
- The First Few Fires
- The Things to Do
- Learning to Walk
- More Than She
- Wassail
- There Are Rooms
- More Than Luck
- Rhythm
- What to Do About Trees
- What to Do with Leaves
- Or Otherwise
- Decembering
- Petrichor
- That Time
- It Begins
- Spring Springs
- Hall Creek Canyon
- How She Knows
- Aid
- As Rain
- Too Soon
- Sixes
- Election
- See It Through
- What Rain Is For
- Some Things Will
- Beech Lake
- Twenty-One
- Polyhymnia
- Upon Slowly Waking, She
- Sometimes
- Heart of the World
- Or, Sometimes
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Two
She moves in spring as one who has carried herself all winter among famous people.
Yet she does her own housework; knows, as her ancestors knew, to spread white wash over rhododendrons in bright sun, like remnants of snow — glimpses, which some have seen, of the mountain, robed in ice.
Eleven
I walk on sand and think to join the gulls. We'll seek a route across waves, leaving behind so many troubles.
The dory-boatmen launch through surf, eyes picking their way through rocks ahead.
Eighty
We remember what we said in the night,
but do the men?
Eighty-Three
I came to a shelter able to walk no farther in rain.
There I found, with a note "You will need these" a pair of dry boots: my size.
Eighty-Four
What I now remember is your affectionate surprise that sunny day, finding me on the lakeshore.
Twelve
When first we came to the Country Fair, strange players wove their spell round us in lazing noon:
no one thought the day should ever end. Had we all turned into crows, would we have been surprised?
84 Fujiwara no Kiyosuke Ason
If I long should live, Then may present days Be dear to me —
Just as past times, though filled with grief, Gently return to mind.
Eighty-Six
At midnight the bobcat stepped through ferns
to watch the hickory-bark fire with me.
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