the pear blossoming…
after the battle this
ruined house
Railroad tracks; a flight
of wild geese close above them
in the moonlit night
A lightning flash:
between the forest trees
I have seen water
Backward I gaze;
one who I had chanced to meet
is lost in haze
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