you were playing out of the shadow, the sun was in your eyes

Here’s two poems I remember reading several years ago, while sitting in the backyard in G.West. They’re from a collection of Japanese poets, translated by Renaissance man, Kenneth Rexroth.

I sit at home
In our room
By our bed
Gazing at your pillow.

            – HITOMARO

I have always known
That at last I would
Take this road, but yesterday
I did not know that it would be today.

            – NARIHIRA (9th century

Lifted from here because I can’t quite reach my own copies of the books now.