Japanese Poetry, Poetry, The Masters

Empty Bowl: Two Poems

  In the blue sky a winter goose cries. The mountains are bare; nothing but falling leaves. Twilight: returning along the lonely village path Alone, carrying an empty bowl.   Foolish and stubborn - what day can I rest? Lonely and poor, this life. Twilight: I return from the village   - Taigu Ryokan (1758-1831)… Continue reading Empty Bowl: Two Poems