This is my bench
under the wisteria trellis
on the other side of the world,
where, looking outward to the east,
I behold impermanence
and, looking inward to the west,
imperfection.
Japan Journal: Where I Come to Sit
This is my bench
under the wisteria trellis
on the other side of the world,
where, looking outward to the east,
I behold impermanence
and, looking inward to the west,
imperfection.
Yellow Crane in the Rain 
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