two translations

Jan 28, 2010 22:46

forsaken and forlorn,
i watch the fireflies
hovering in the marshland dusk,
like jewelled lights
emitted by the longing of my soul.



i'm at such a loss;
fireflies by the marsh:
from my breast
wanders out
my soul, or so it seems.

i. shikibu

i.sh., ex libris

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