Interlude
The crescent Moon is as bright as a master
samurai's sword. It has already sliced
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Hey, Daniel! The way I relate to this poem centers on Nothing is left to disturb the scene’s calm, unless my roiling thoughts might cause such harm. Roiling thoughts—this gets it very well. And your mention of the effort to be silent—this also I relate to. Interestingly, sitting and just trying to enjoy the quiet a few monings ago, some words came, and they were the start of my newest poem. -Glen
Immediately on the work of translating it hoping to see my translation sounding equally great in my language which I can not easily presume before seeing it in the text.