Sunday, October 1, 2017

Graveyard

From The Spectator, 27 June, 1992
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.

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