Notes On A Staff

Japanese Winter branches tipped with birds, fat buds that blossom on the air; gray flames at rest on a poplar candelabrum; four””-no, three””-notes on a

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Timeless Truth

what issa heard two hundred years ago issa heard the morning birds singing sutras to this suffering world. i heard them too, this morning, which

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Ah, Dancer

  Sweet Dancer The girl goes dancing there On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth Grass plot of the garden; Escaped from bitter youth, Escaped out of

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