The morning glory!
It has taken the well bucket,
I must seek elsewhere for water.
...
Putting up my hair
no more
my hands to the kotatsu
...
A butterfly -
What dream
is making your wings flutter?
...
Airing out kimonos
as well as her heart
is never enough.
...
From the mind
of a single, long vine
one hundred opening lives.
...
Again the women
come to the fields
with unkempt hair.
...