“Quietude Nothing visits me; my heart is quiet. It was Sunday’s roofed school paths, - everyone gone to the meadow. The floorboards have a cold shine, small birds are singing in the garden. The half-shut tap’s droplet blinks! The earth is rose-coloured, larks in the sky; the sky is a beautiful April. Nothing visits me; my heart is quiet.” PoetryJapanese Literature Book:The Poems of Nakahara Chuya Source: The Poems of Nakahara Chuya