A gate made all of twigs
With woven grass for hinges
For a lock...this snail
Issa, translated by Peter Beilenson
Tuesday, February 08, 2022
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Whoever writes one good poem is immortal
A gate made all of twigs
With woven grass for hinges
For a lock...this snail
Issa, translated by Peter Beilenson