my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



2/28/12


as the snow
engulfs my hut
at dusk
my heart, too
is completely consumed


by ryokan,






i enjoy when things meet or match
nature with cloth, food with
dress, lines on the paper with
the words someone had said



2 comments:

  1. beautiful, the words, the image.
    x

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    1. i could`ve written the same
      for your last post,

      tree and the bride

      good night, x

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