I no longer remember I am here there being no mountain and I at its foot reading the sea-level poems about me to Grant Wood whose denim bib rustles like a skiff’s sail perhaps waves in dirt and tassels really are like waves of the sea so long as we do not think about whoseContinue reading “Hokusai in Iowa by Dan Campion”
In Kyoto…by BashoTranslated by Jane Hirshfield In Kyoto,hearing the cuckoo,I long for Kyoto. PHOTO: Ginkaku-ju temple, Kyoto, Japan, by Michelle Maria, used by permission.
In the Happo-En Garden, Toyko by Linda Pasdan The way a birthmark on a woman’s face defines rather than mars her beauty, so the skyscrapers— those flowers of technology— reveal the perfection of the garden they surround. Perhaps Eden is buried here in Japan, where an incandescent koi slithers snakelike to the edge of theContinue reading “In the Happo-En Garden, Toyko by Linda Pasdan”