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What fish feel,
the year ending.Translated by Robert Hass
Don’t imitate me;
as the two halves of a melon.Translated by Robert Hass
a strange flower
the autumn sky
bush-clover flowers —
their beads of dew
Now the swinging bridge
like our tendrilled life
Tremble, oh my gravemound,
only this autumn wind