From The Pillow Book of Sei Shōnagon
The capital city. Arrowroot. Water-bur. Colts. Bamboo grass. The
round-leaved violet. Club moss. Flat river-boats. Teh mandarin duck.
The scattered chigaya reed. Lawns. The green vine. The pear tree. The
althea.
Poetic Subjects
A wisp of clouds, unrequited love, a feeling one is afraid to lose, an early bloom surprises one on a morning walk, a passionate embrace, snow-covered fields, a home that once may have been warm and inviting but now crumbles under the weight of decay, a thing that is rustic and old, facing one's fears, I once had a dream and before I did not recognize the fear that lay just below my skin, gnawing at my soul, preventing me from soaring.
The Pink Evening Sky
A warm sun whispers
to your heart. Lie
down on the lingering
wind. Clutch sleep
in a dream. Your bed
is the pink evening sky.
Holding
His touch haunts
me. Between desire
and adore, a clutch
or an ache, in the embrace
of night, the lingering
caress of trusting souls.
Exchange
Escape the lusty
Candle of day under
her mate, the drunken
moon. The dropping
of hearts in wild
darkness. The telling
of dreamy hunger,
in sacred fire
burning, flickers,
as morning devours
her night.
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