A Haibun
On this bleak night, a blank page stares at me. It looks like an abyss, capable of as much anxiety as a black hole in my universe of words. When I manage to scrawl some thoughts, suddenly there comes a tapping, tapping at my window.
a glimpse
of the American crow
Friday the 13th
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem