07/02/2025

Mlleghoul
445 Reviews

Mlleghoul
4
the fierce tenderness of Yosano Akiko's verse
A rose I immediately enjoy is a rare creature indeed, and this one conjures the fierce tenderness of Yosano Akiko's verse. I don't know how this extraordinary poet would feel about this fragrance, but I am channeling her spirit for these impressions.
Ancient wood smoke
drifts between scattered fog.
Morning bell echoes—
I taste metal on my tongue,
spring's sharp, necessary cut.
Green leaf floating in
the temple's shallow puddle
reflects my true face.
A mantis waves its thin arms
in mock benediction.
Thorn-pricked finger traces
rose oil, crimson poems
on sleep-soft limbs,
bitter sutras cannot wash
this sweetness from memory.
Ancient wood smoke
drifts between scattered fog.
Morning bell echoes—
I taste metal on my tongue,
spring's sharp, necessary cut.
Green leaf floating in
the temple's shallow puddle
reflects my true face.
A mantis waves its thin arms
in mock benediction.
Thorn-pricked finger traces
rose oil, crimson poems
on sleep-soft limbs,
bitter sutras cannot wash
this sweetness from memory.