POETRY

樫原(かたぎはら)日記 第一段

家に来着きて窓を見やるに、西山の木々はや匂へり。一年の好景近づきつつあるもまづうれしくて、さて窓際の柿やいかにと思はるるに、やはりはや色づきぬ。やがて日も暮れなむとていそぎ柿に手を伸ばし、詠めるうた、 西の窓赤い手のばし柿つかむはやにほひぬ…

How would it feel like

How would it feel like to keep hoping for a year for your popped-out eyes to work again.How would it feel like to realize after that one year and to admit the truth and to face. To face without seeing, how would it feel like? How would it …