"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

28 March 2020

Enchanted.


A poet’s treasure consists of words and phrases;


A scholar’s days and nights are perfumed with books.


For me, plum blossoms framed by the window is an unsurpassable pleasure;
A stomach tight with cold but still enchanted by snow, the moon, and dawn frost.

Ikkyu

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