Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she...
Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the...
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
...
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to...
What fish feel,
birds feel, I don't know--
the...
This old village--
not a single house
without...
The squid seller's call
mingles with the voice
of...
Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem,...
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry...
The morning glory also
turns out
not to be my...
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of...
Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens--
I'm...
Taking a nap,
feet planted
against a cool...
Stillness--
the cicada's cry
drills into the...
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping...
Moonlight slanting
through the bamboo grove;
a...
Midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark...
Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okite
Sate sono ato...
How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
...
Heat waves shimmering
one or two inches
above the...
Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning...
Fleas, lice,
a horse peeing
near my pillow.
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want...
First snow
falling
on the half-finished...
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