perfection is seen reflected
in the blade of my sword
greens and golds
melt on the blade
with a thin edge of blue
snow swirling,
resting, melting,
white glimmers,
now red as it reflects
early blooms of quince
blood rust, sun gold
seasons change
shades of grey
glints of starlight and full moon
in the blackness after midnight
an ever changing picture
less than two inches wide
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Wow….this is better than being Freshly Pressed. 私は光栄です
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… and thank Heaven for Google Translate. (Although one of my oldest and dearest friends is becoming quite the Japanese scholar–among qute a number of other things on which he may wax quite scholarly.) I was able to translate this so easily–and it did not in the least reference the wax tadpole, whether bitten or otherwise.
I was most happy to repost this. I feel most gratified to have had even so minor a role in its creation; I find myself wondering… were I to review all your prior comments, how many such gems I might be fortunate enough to discover.
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So wonderful!!
I have found another treasure hidden in your site, my dearest.
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Can you not hear Byakuya Kuchiki reciting this? It gives me shivers when I imagine his voice speaking Kanzen’s words.
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