KENJI'S POETRY ANTHOLOGY 1

BASHO: HAIKU
Old pond,
Frog jumps in,
Sound of water
(translation)

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e e cummings: somewhere i have never travelled
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
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