Saturday morning, January 27,2018 at 9: 30 a.m.; Friday afternoon,
Feb.2,2017 at 1: 51 p.m.; Wednesday morning, May 9,2018 at 7: 10 a.m.
I thought that we had done—that poem—
but "Oh, no"... the thought occurred to me
this morning, dogged me, trailed me ...
The first time, I was sad, but prepared as you
had told me.But your second leave-taking
caught me unawares; you never mentioned it
kept it a secret, so how was I to know?
Yes, how?Spirit, speak, give quarter—
I look for you now among these poems
that blow and scatter like dry leaves
in the deserted spaces of my heart 心
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem.....fine diction