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Spring rain
conveyed under the trees
in drops.
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A green willow,
dripping down into the mud,
at low tide. |
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By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice. |
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With every gust of wind,
the butterfly changes its place
on the willow.
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All the day long-
yet not long enough for the skylark,
singing, singing. |
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The old pond:
a frog jumps in,-
the sound of water.
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Husking rice,
a child squints up
to view the moon. |
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Cedar umbrellas, off
to Mount Yoshimo for
the cherry blossoms. |
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Octopus traps -
summer’s moonspun dreams,
soon ended. |
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Winter downpour -
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.
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Year’s end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept. |
