your answer and tags for that what books rip!mc and geto read post make me a bit emotional. sharing books and words together oh to have a man like him~
sharing books is so underrated...like love lives in the margins of the book that someone bought thinking about you. in every page note and underline. there is love stored in the book.
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Thoughts
No escaping it—
I must step on fallen leaves
To take this path
-Suzuki Masajo 🍁🍂🍂
twitt: x
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No escaping it
I must step on fallen leaves
To take this path.
-Suzuki Masajo-
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no escaping it --
I must step on fallen leaves
to take this path
Suzuki Masajo
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love from a distant past –
or the warmth of her sake?
autumn is ending
Masajo Suzuki
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"Toqué mi pecho
y lo sentí tan frágil...
Mañana de otoño."
•Suzuki Masajo (1906-2003)
"70 haikus y senryûs de mujer". Hiperión
• KinuyoTanaka
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Una estrella fugaz
para una mujer
que no sabe qué pedir
Suzuki Masajo (1906-2003)
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Exposition The Writer
Although the story on Ao3 is now complete, I am amazed at how this became a collaborative effort. My original chapters were something called haibun, a Japanese poetry form that combines a prose poem with a concluding haiku. What followed in the comments section became another form of Japanese poetry, the renku, which is where a group of poets take a theme and respond to it, each building on or referencing in some way the contributions of the other poets. With the permission of the contributors, I am now posting the original haiku and those it stimulated, as well as some of the prose poetry that cropped up in the comments section.
The story begins when John is encouraged by Ella to write poetry, as part of his therapy after Sherlock’s suicide. He reads this famous 2oth century Japanese poem in translation:
No escaping it…
I must step on fallen leaves
to take this worn path.
(Suzuki Masajo)
Goodness, this! This story is going to kill me I know. Here I am, ready. Thank you for sharing this on this day. ( @jobooksncoffee )
Angst wounds the fandom
Leaving us begging for more,
Wounding us again.
( @7-percent)
You have a knack of
Building up my heartfelt hopes
With your gift of words
( @jobooksncoffee )
Pain is a beauty.
Ache of loss is proof of love;
the heart accepts grief.
( @7-percent)
A new fic today!
The heart fills to the brim now
As snow falls outside.
( @shiplocks-of-love)
Comments fuel my fire!
Sad angst unites the fandom
as John suffers loss.
( @7-percent)
"Fave bits" useless here
I must highlight the chapter
No reprieve from angst .
( @sail-on-silver-girl)
Treasured friend's insight
finds currents under the surface
reveals hidden gems.
( @7-percent)
I love the short form, the obliquity of poetry, how elliptical it is with connective tissue whited out; but I love even more the lush, rounded prose of this paragraph, both form and sense. All the words about sound and timbre and voice and message, concluding with the sorrowful silence of their absence. ( @totallysilvergirl)
Writing at extremes
obliquity's ecliptic
with caramel voice
( @7-percent)
Can words on paper
Loosen thoughts liquor cannot?
Is this hollow hope?
( @demonicangeling)
One person's pain
is another person's art.
Poetry astonishes.
( @7-percent)
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死なうかと 囁かれしは 蛍の夜
Shall we die together?
You whispered to me
Night of the firefly
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鈴木真砂女 Suzuki Masajo 1906-2003
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Graphic - 川嶋陽介 Yousuke Kawashima (B.1978)
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My love affair
Lies in the passing
Autumn wind.
-Suzuki Masajo 1906-2003-
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Suzuki Masajo(1906-2003)
(Japanese)
死なうかと
囁かれしは
蛍の夜
Shinouka to
Sasayakareshi ha
Hotaru no yo
(English)
“Shall we die together?”
You wispered to me
At the night of firefly.
(*Firefly evoke us thought of an ephemeral life.)
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"El color de fuego Incendia nuestra casa El crepúsculo.' - Masajo Suzuki (1906-2003) El color de fuego Incendia nuestra casa El crepúsculo." -Masajo Suzuki (1906-2003) #naufragiodetierra #photobyzoe https://www.instagram.com/p/CLIYUukJd31/?igshid=18dcnmeu9jzym
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wishing to fall in love,
I pop a strawberry
into my mouth
Masajo Suzuki (1906-2003)
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