May 8th, 2020
May 9, 2020
I think this side is okay now…. Then, I saw the opposite side… and I’ve starting it over again.
こちら側は大丈夫だと思う、、、。で、反対側を見て、また加筆を始めた。
The night is deep.
夜は深い。
I think this side is okay now…. Then, I saw the opposite side… and I’ve starting it over again.
こちら側は大丈夫だと思う、、、。で、反対側を見て、また加筆を始めた。
The night is deep.
夜は深い。
And the night is sometimes long…
I thought of this poem when I saw your beautiful piece unfolding.
Winter Branches
Margaret Widdemer, 1884-1978
When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;
They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,
The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;
Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past,
For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last;
Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by,
The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky.
Dear Pamela,
Thank you for introducing me to the beautiful poem. You have a huge knowledge of poems. Do you write poems yourself too?