How unaware! How useful.
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Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okite
In this world of ours,We eat only to cast out,Sleep only to wake,And what comes after all thatIs simply to die at last.
Behind this door
A different generation will celebrateThe Festival of Dolls.
Sick on my journey,
these desolate moors
a strange flower
the autumn sky
Winter garden,
insects singing.Translated by Robert Hass