Translated by John H McGlynn
She Who Waits
farewell to the window
staring at both happiness
in the sky’s very same glow
the one who left,
has hardened in the sea
the one who remained,
now meditates in the forest
while the one who is silent
is struck by the breaths
that rise and fall
in the breasts of hope and memory
She Who Burns Incense in the Temple
thank you for allowing my body to be embraced by yours
the digits of these hands are cursed to have but one ability:
to burn you or things of the same nature as you
praise be to you who faithfully soften and dissolve into ash
which for years gave movement
to something undecipherable inside your body
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