On Finding Myself in the Sho'u-Tei

by Hiroaki Sato
Relaxing by the south window I spread silk;
the sun ablaze seems to burn up the blinds.
This bright autumn day I love and I hate:
the ink dries easily, the brush gets sticky easily.
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Language: 
English
Author of original: 
Ema Saiko
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Short Poems
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