Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.
...
Approaching my village:
Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
...
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants.
...
Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face.
...
It once happened
that a child was spared punishment
through earnest solicitation.
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Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.
...
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
...
These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
Japanese.
...
With my father
I would watch dawn
over green fields.
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