The name of this poem, written by Iku Takenaka (1904-1982), is Story: Quietly the cloud cast its shadow, Passing over avenues of trees, over ponds, over fields. Enduring both joy and sadness, the cloud silently drifted on… Then, above the sound of a single flute, the cloud stopped, Seeking the one who played: but thereContinue reading “Story”

They are eating the house across the street

They are eating the house across the street Giant slabs of flesh have already been torn from its skeleton The destroyers are even now, in the rain and the snow, surveying their plunder The man with the big white dog died And the skinny young woman slipped away in the night The doors and windowsContinue reading “They are eating the house across the street”