The Lake
Edgar Allan Poe
In youth’s spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees
Things I love… No.12
Wabi – Sabi
This bowl was made by a wonderful lady in the Italian speaking part of Switzerland and is one of the most beautiful items I’ve ever purchased.
Things I love… No. 11
I came across the ‘Madonna in the Rose Garden’ quite by accident. And what a lucky accident it was.
Kusanagi
Maybe the Japanese knife man
is going to lift me,
put me in his pocket
like a tiny jade comb,
take me along with him
looking for that lost shoe.