Audiobook
Jun Fujita's tanka are timeless, still, sad. Written in English, one wonders whether the recurring deserts are in Japan, in America, or in the poet's state of mind: that of a scarecrow flapping in wind. The form is as loose and haunting as modern English-language tanka. - Summary by czandra
| # | Chapter Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | | 2:17 |
| 2 | | 1:49 |
| 3 | | 2:01 |
| 4 | | 2:18 |
| 5 | | 1:53 |
| 6 | | 2:36 |
| 7 | | 1:11 |
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