With a bull on board,
the ferry boat,
through the winter rain.
...
with advancing autumn
I am without gods
without Buddha
...
We cannot see even the moon.
And rise big waves.
...
Weary of reading
I go out into a field
a hazy field
...
wheat sowing-
the mulberry trees
lift bunched branches
...
When the loofah bloomed
He choked on phlegm
And died.
...
The wild geese take flight
Low along the railroad tracks
In the moonlight night
...