and grounded in a moment of particular calm, they also can bite, sting even, as their full import sinks in. I want to end with a small selection of his [Taneda Santÿka's] work, poems written during the fall over a number of years. All translations are by Burton Watson from “For All My Walking” (Columbia University Press, 2003).
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from Good Times Weekly: Poetry: Along Comes Taneda Santÿka
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