One of my favorite books was a translation of a Japanese book, “Wind in the Rain”. It was ‘about’ poetry, haiku specifically. It was just very prettily written and gave a kind of voyeuristic idea of beauty in a skill that I don’t have myself. Rainy, cold late Mays in the Midwest remind me of that book.


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