An appropriate poem for the long nights to come I think

Deep in the mountains at night, alone in my hermitage,
I listen to the plaintive sound of rain and snow.
A monkey cries on top of a mountain;
The sound of the valley river has faded away.
A light flickers in front of the window;
On the desk, the water in the inkstone has dried.
Unable to sleep all night,
I prepare ink and brush, and write this poem

– Extract from One Robe, One Bowl: The Zen Poetry of Ryokan translated by John Stevens

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