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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Plum Wine by Kotaro Takamura

The bottle of plum wine made and left by dead chieko,
dully stagnant with ten years weight, hold light, 
and in the amber of a wine cup congeals like a jewel ball


When alone late at night in the cold time of early spring
please have this, she said.


I think of the one who left this after dying 
Being threatened with anxiety of a broken mind,
With the distressing idea of ruin before long.



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