A day of spring:
a hamlet where not anyone
is doing anything
The sparrow hops
Along the verandah,
With wet feet
the sound of go —
reflection of light
on the hibiscus flower
The others go home
with the fireworks over,
how dark it’s become!
at our last parting
bending between boat and shore . . .
that weeping willow
by that fallen house
the pear-tree stands full-blooming . . .
an ancient battle-site
for a cool evening
I hired the old temple porch . . .
penny in the dish
A mountain village:
under the piled-up snow
the sound of water
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
after killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!