Graveyard
by Saito Mokichi (1882-1953)
translated by Graeme Wilson
How close a comrade to myself I feel,
How never more near,
Lone in the wetness of this raining morning
Standing here
Watching the small path through the graveyard taper,
Taper and disappear.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
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