Ikkyu Poem: My Hovel
My Hovel
The world before my eyes is wan and wasted, just like me.
The earth is decrepit, the sky stormy, all the grass withered.
No spring breeze even at this late date,
Just winter clouds swallowing up my tiny reed hut.
By: Ikkyu
From Wild Ways: Zen Poems of Ikkyu,
translated by John Stevens
Published by Shambala in Boston, 1995.
Ending with a short reflection on the poem and Zen Quotes from the web.
GASSHO!
SueZen
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