Feb 2021
waking at night
only my dreams wander
how cold it is!
only my dreams wander
how cold it is!
From these three Basho Poems:
waking at night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing
sick on my journey
only my dreams wander
these desolate moors
the leeks
newly washed white-
how cold it is!
waking at night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing
sick on my journey
only my dreams wander
these desolate moors
the leeks
newly washed white-
how cold it is!
