a moment.
Translated by Robert Hass
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My arm for a pillow,
under the hazy moon.Translated by Robert Hass
You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
Why is it so far away?Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander.Around the hill, why is it such a sadness?Dandelions yellow and shepherds-purse blooming white —not anyone to look at them.I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently.Once a friend was there across the river, living.Ghostly smoke rises and fades away…
Buying leeks
under the bare trees.Translated by Robert Hass
They end their flight
crows at dusk.Translated by Robert Hass
The winter river;
flowers offered to Buddha.
Sparrow singing–
open.Translated by Robert Hass