My life, -
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.
...
A mountain village
under the pilled-up snow
the sound of water.
...
Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons.
...
a cock crows
at the foot of the small Mt. Fuji
peach blossoms
...
sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul
...
a hollyhock
shot up to meet
the summer solstice
...
Mi-no-ue ya
mi-kuji o hikeba
aki no kaze
...
I bite into a persimmon
and a bell resounds-
Horyuji
...
crimson plum blossoms
scattered over the loneliness
of the bed…
...
old garden-she empties
a hot-water bottle
under the moon
...