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Poems I carry with me: A Scrapbook
Monday, 7 July 2025
Through Morning Mist
Through morning mist, preceded by its moo,
The lowing cow looms slowly into view.
Issa
fr.
A Net of Fireflies
translated by Harold Stewart
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There's a poem for everything.
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