Long have I been drawn in by Japanese, Chinese and Korean poetry. The styles encapsulating a moment in time that sits with me in an almost meditative way. Here are three offerings from Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)

A bird comes
delicately as a little girl
to bathe
in the shade of my tree
in an autumn puddle.

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I remember the days
When the lily
Brilliant white
Was queen of the summer fields.

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Purple butterflies
fly at night through my dreams.
Butterflies, tell me,
have you seen in my village
the falling flowers of the wisteria?

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Very best wishes – Denny Bradbury