Japanese Brush-Strokes (1923)
Under the scowling sky
The frozen sand-plain stretches.
Curled and crisp, two leaves
There is no time here.
From giant trunks hoary moss
Hangs through the air of shadow green.
And cool dew drips.
Above the settling mist,
Above the phantom isles upon the settling mist,
In the opalized moonlight,
The whinny of a horse careers by.
For notes about Fujita see the
‘Japanese Brush-Strokes’ appeared in Poetry 22 (1923), p.