Masaoka Shiki Poems

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