Denis Johnson

Denis Johnson
Denis Johnson 1949-2017

Thursday, September 19, 2013

To the Harvest Moon, the Fall Equinox, and with love to my mom on her 80th birthday!



Autumn Grasses

In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass
the autumn moon takes refuge
The cricket's song is gold

Zeshin's loneliness taught him this

Who is coming?
What will come to pass, and pass?

Neither bruise nor sweetness nor cool air
not-knowing
knows the way

And the moon?
Who among us does not wander, and flare
and bow to the ground?

Who does not savor, and stand open
if only in secret

taking heart in the ripening of the moon?
(Shibata Zeshin, Autumn Grasses, two-panel screen)

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