Not quite dark yet
above the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass
above the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass
in the east.Translated by Robert Hass
under the hazy moon.Translated by Robert Hass
the heron’s legs.Translated by Robert Hass
he was digging potatoes.Translated by Robert Hass
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…
dark sound.Translated by Robert Hass
how hot it is!Translated by Robert Hass
in the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass
open.Translated by Robert Hass