Masaoka Shiki Poems

the gourd flowers bloom,
but look-here lies
a phlegm-stuffed Buddha!
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Under the moonlight, cuckoo cried as if it coughed up blood.
The sad voice kept me waking up,
the cry reminded me of my old home town far away.
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Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.
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behind the stand
of winter trees
a red sunset
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Autumn wind -
met, returning alive
you and me
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old garden—she empties
a hot-water bottle
under the moon
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I am going
you're staying
two autumns for us
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The snake gourd blossoms.
My throat blocked with phlegm,
I am already a Buddha.
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pruning a rose
sound of the scissors
on a bright May day
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a fancy-free cat
is about to catch
a quail
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