If just now
I hunted for love,
then my poetry would flare up brilliantly,
its soul would die.
I spent way too long tonight trying to find poems set free to roam on the internet by Shuntarō Tanikawa. Instead I came across this beautiful find. Kumamoto Renshi 2010
I think reading works influence my own words, and I am traveling in a game of renshi at all the times.