I Glimpsed That White Bird, Once, On A Savage Coast;
Once only, whitely, skimming the grinding sea. That it was he whom I should love the most, That is the dream which now obsesses me. Yosano Akiko (1878-1942) Translated from the......
Letters Beginning, As This One Does, `ah, But My Sleeves
are wet' Tend to be tearful. Not so mine. I do not regret Soaking my sleeves as I picked these flowers For a person lovelier yet.......
Thing Of This World
Just as the moon emerged from cloud It happened that I thought of her, And foolish tears reduced that proud Sharp brilliance to a blur. Priest Saigyo (1118-1190)......
Mother
When I was young they told me It was my lack of years Which made her death so piercingly bitter. What cause for tears Can they offer now, for the self-same grief, To the grey......
Suffering A Sea Change Into Something. . .
Alan Clark THE SUNDAY TIMES BOOK OF THE RICH by Philip Beresford Weidenfeld, £18.95, pp. 336 S ome Sundays ago, crouched against the Aga, being barged into by wet-coated and......
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