the wind is the loneliest thing I think plumes of pampas grass
kaze wa nani yori samishii to omou susuki no ho
1937–1938 · Late years at Gochū-an
Sōmokutō · Persimmon Leaves (Kaki no ha)
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Watching the pampas plumes bend in the wind, he thinks the wind is the loneliest thing of all. The loneliness of the formless wind becomes visible for the first time only in the swaying of the plumes. The pampas grass speaks for the wind.