the winter woods.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Is full of regret.
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he was digging potatoes.Translated by Robert Hass
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under the bare trees.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…
Evening wind:
the heron’s legs.Translated by Robert Hass