Hair, unbound at night
within this room so sweetened
by the scent of lilies
that will disappear, I fear,
into the pinkening sky
Tanka #22
Tangled Hair, Yosano Akiko
1901
Tonight’s performance (136) is dedicated to BRB, who once sat with me at a bar in Chelsea, drew some characters on a paper napkin to illuminate our discussion, and perhaps without knowing it showed me the figure of one who lives in poetry the way I live in dance.
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