As a college student majoring in English, I loved reading Wordsworth. I still relate to his process of walking in nature and listening as part of the writing process. The poem featured in this post came to me that way.
Face
These are either deep-set eyes
or two hollow knots in a tree
and around them a winding wrinkled trunk
or else it is my ancient spiritual body
with the eyes of my natural face.
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Thanks for your comments. I’ll be posting a series of haibuns for the coming weeks.