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Miyazawa Kenji: Selections (Poets for the Millennium)

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Kenji Miyazawa
Kenji Miyazawa

Kenji Miyazawa was a renowned Japanese poet celebrated for his distinctive and imaginative poetry. Born on August 27, 1896, and passing away on September 21, 1933, his work is admired for its lyrical charm and philosophical insight. Often reflecting on his close relationship with nature and his rural upbringing, Miyazawa's poetry has left a lasting impact on Japanese literature. more

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“Then he continued: 'From the first day I met you, I knew better than to hope you might amount to anything. I saw no sign of promise, nothing in you that might suggest you might accomplish something worthwhile or even turn yourself into a respectable human being: nothing to shine or to shed light on anything ... There is nothing inside that head of yours but garbage and rocks.”

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