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
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