There is a peaceful little community

in a place of burned up hopes,

beside the tracks of dreams

                    that drifted away,

         on the edge of a village

                    where crowds pass by.

There, men gather in harmony

          to gaze like sheep and fawns.

On all the beautiful flowers

a sun comes and goes

    through the clouds in freedom. 

                                             ~Mitsui Futabako*



Women Poets of Japan

K. Rexroth & I. Atsumi