In autumn the evenings,
when the glittering sun sinks
close to the edge of the hills
and the crows fly
back to their nests
in threes and fours and twos;
more charming still
is a file of wild geese,
like specks in the distant sky.
when the glittering sun sinks
close to the edge of the hills
and the crows fly
back to their nests
in threes and fours and twos;
more charming still
is a file of wild geese,
like specks in the distant sky.
When the sun has set,
one’s heart is moved
by the sound of the wind
and the hum of insects.
one’s heart is moved
by the sound of the wind
and the hum of insects.
| — | Sei Shōnagon, “The Pillow Book” |
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I agree. Very beautiful.
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Beautiful photo and description. Please read and enjoy the thoughts of a talented writer.
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Wonderful poem xo RJ