the first night
after my landing paper
is date-stamped
my tongue trips
on my own name
Whispers, February 19, 2016
Butterfly Dream: Thoreau’s Gravesite Haiku by Bruce Ross
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*English Original*
Thoreau’s gravesite:
the smell of woodsmoke
on the cold spring air
*Among Floating Duckweed,* 1994
Bruce Ross
*Chinese Translation (T...
