ion untaru Poems

a man, a grain
of sand and then: whither
universe?
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I open hatchery:
twenty chicks look at me
astonished
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prayer
cake, red eggs:
happy around the table!
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care for tomorrow:
for my soup plate,
piece of bread too late
and unknown sorrow
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Between words and deeds,
It's always an empty space
Over which a Sheol
mastering like a night
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director IMF
dubious scandal
media and vulgarity
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Autumn Wind.
All I see
is haiku...
Takahama Kyoshi
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we and the moon
the whole sea is our
night swim
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garden herb
bent by the wind
and remains so
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Closed in a room
all to his handy

What's the use
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