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Issa,
(1763 - 1827)
The snow having melted,
the village
is full of children. |
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The spring rain;
a little girl teaches
the cat to dance. |
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A day of haze;
the great room
is deserted and still. |
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An exhausted sparrow
in the midst
of a crowd of children. |
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It doesn't seem
very anxious to bloom,
this plum-tree at the gate. |
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Even on a small island,
a man tilling the field,
a lark singing above it. |
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