A short poem by Mantaro Kubota, who I’d never heard of till I tried to write his poem in my Shodo class. Pretty cool though. It reads:
shiragikuno yuukage fukumi someshi kana
しらぎくの夕影ふくみそめしかな
-久保田万太郎の句
Do the white chrysanthemums, in the evening shadow, seem tinged red
