While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I
Epistolary poems, from the Latin “epistula” for “letter," are, quite literally, poems that read as letters. As poems of direct address, they can be intimate and colloquial or formal and measured.