The Passing of Summer
An empty cup whence the light of passion is drunk !-
To-day a sad rumour passes through the trees, A chill wind is borne by the stream, The waves shiver in pain ; Where now the cicada's song long and hot ?
Yone Noguchi
An empty cup whence the light of passion is drunk !-
To-day a sad rumour passes through the trees, A chill wind is borne by the stream, The waves shiver in pain ; Where now the cicada's song long and hot ?
Yone Noguchi’s lines read like a small elegy for the end of summer. The opening image—an empty cup from which “the light of passion is drunk”—suggests warmth and intensity already spent, leaving only absence.
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