Saturday, September 24, 2011

On Summer Passing





Nothing remains
Of the house that I was born in--
Fireflies.

Santoka, 1882-1940

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2 comments:

  1. Buddhist_philosopherSeptember 25, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    I like the sense of nostalgia in the poem and the photo. Warm summer nights carry many of my fondest memories.

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  2. NathanSeptember 26, 2011 at 6:47 AM

    Yeah, it seemed perfect for this time of year, when those nights are just about gone.

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