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Elizabeth Beaton-I


Eikan-do

 

 

A coin falls and

Breaks the surface

Of a grey stone well.

 

Circles form and unform;

Sun laps at shadows

Inside and outside the water.

 

(In the heart of

An autumn’s silence

Whose smile sings?)

 

Gripping stone, I bend

And see your face

Floating amid the silver discs.

 

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