A Child Walked By, Rolling A Metal

Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And Inland The Mountains Roar – The Roaring At The Center, Like A Distant Clap Of Thunder.

The Road Was Frozen. The Village Lay Quiet Under The Cold Sky. Komako Hitched Up The Skirt Of Her Kimono And Tucked It Into Her Obi. The Moon Shone Like A Blade Frozen In Blue Ice.

And I Can't Complain. After All, Only Women Are Able Really To Love.

I Suppose Even A Woman's Hatred Is A Kind Of Love.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.