“The mists rise over”

~ Yamabe No Akahito (fl. 724-736)

The mists rise over
The still pools at Asuka.
Memory does not
Pass away so easily.

[tr. Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982)]

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This poem has a special meaning to me for two reasons – I’m currently reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s book The Buried Giant, which is about memory and mists. And yesterday I witnessed an April Fool’s Day prank of epic proportions, the memory of which will not “pass away so easily.”

Silvia is going to be blogging through the novel, and I hope to as well. I may or may not write about the prank orchestrated by the child formerly known as #1 Son.