a moment.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Ploughing the land–
in the mountain’s shadow.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…
The old man
bent like a sickle.Translated by Robert Hass
Buying leeks
under the bare trees.Translated by Robert Hass
Over-ripe sushi,
Is full of regret.
Straw sandal half sunk
in the sleety snow.Translated by Robert Hass