POETRY
Laforgue Looks on Unter den Linden
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Mai [1882?]
Berlin.
Art, my most dear Charles,
art.
Let me tell you how I live here:
apart.
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Cloistered in the palace like a prince,
for matters of print,
I am the Empress’ only groom;
I read her Paris papers,
novels, the odd poem ...
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From 'Laforgue Looks on Unter den Linden', The Junket, August 2014
Omiyage: a souvenir
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Ikimasenka, watashitachi?
when the evening is spread out against the sky,
can we visit the temples together, ishoni?
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They light them up each night, and I would like to see
the golden and the silver pavilions,
perched upon their lakes;
the karesansui at Ryoanji...
From 'Omiyage: a souvenir', The Junket, October 2011