Masaoka Shiki Poems

leaving me
something on my chest
tears on my mosquito net
...

I turn my back
on Buddha and face
the cool moon
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The man
I used to meet in the mirror
is no more.
Now I see a wasted face.
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In the spring chill,
as I slept with sword by pillow,
deep at night
my little sister came to me
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saw the country
and returned—now deep at night
I lie in bed and
fields of mustard flowers
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hometown -
festivals are over
flavorful persimmons
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curtains drawn,
the emperor's love
still lies abed—
on crimson peonies,
the morning sun shines
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for me going
for you staying here
two autumns
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the setting sun
remains on the mountain
castle flowering rice
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the nettle nuts are falling…
the little girls next door
don't visit me these days
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