<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Japan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today I pass the time reading<br>a favorite haiku,<br>saying the few words over and over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It feels like eating<br>the same small, perfect grape<br>again and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk through the house reciting it<br>and leave its letters falling<br>through the air of every room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.<br>I say it in front of a painting of the sea.<br>I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listen to myself saying it,<br>then I say it without listening,<br>then I hear it without saying it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the dog looks up at me,<br>I kneel down on the floor<br>and whisper it into each of his long white ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the one about the one-ton temple bell<br>with the moth sleeping on its surface,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating<br>pressure of the moth<br>on the surface of the iron bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I say it at the window,<br>the bell is the world<br>and I am the moth resting there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I say it at the mirror,<br>I am the heavy bell<br>and the moth is life with its papery wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And later, when I say it to you in the dark,<br>you are the bell,<br>and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the moth has flown<br>from its line<br>and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351267" data-title="Japan de Billy Collins" data-description="Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its letters falling through the air of every r..."></div> </div> </div>

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