Poetry Break: Ono No Komachi

This body

grown fragile, floating,

a reed cut from its roots…

If a stream would ask me

to follow, I’d go, I think.

(From The Ink Dark Moon, translated by Jane Hirschfield and Mariko Aratani)

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Poetry Break: Ono No Komachi

Yes, a mountain village

can be lonely…

yet living here is easier

than dwelling amid

the worries of the world.

(From The Ink Dark Moon, translated by Jane Hirschfield and Mariko Aratani)