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Paul Whybrow

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Poem of Solitary Delights

What a delight is
when on the bamboo matting
in my grass-thatched hut,
all on my own,
I make myself at ease.


What a delight it is
when, borrowing
rare writings from a friend,

I open out
the first sheet.

What a delight it is
when, after a hund
red days
of racking my brains,
that verse that wouldn’t come

suddenly turns out well.

What a delight it is

when of a morning,
I get up and go out
to find in full bloom a flower

that yesterday was not there.

What a delight it is

when, skimming through the pages
of a book, I discover a man written of there

who is just like me.

What a delight it is
when everyone admits
it's a difficult book,
and I understand it

with no trouble at all.

What a delight it is

when I blow away the ash,
to watch the crimson
of the glowing fire

and hear the water boil.

What a delight it is

when a guest you cannot stand,
arrives, then says to you
‘I’m afraid I can’t stay long,’

and soon goes home.

What a delight it is

when I find a good brush,
steep it hard in water,
lick it on my tongue

and give it its first try.



Tachibana Akemi




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