"my native home
weeping over my umbilical cord
at year’s end
furusato ya / heso no o ni naku /toshi no knre
On New Year’s Eve, reluctant to part with the passing year, I drank deep into the night, and then slept through New Year’s morning."
The celebrations must be to not feel this resistance of nostalgia and move along with the four seasons of the next year.
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