Natsume Sōseki Poems

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
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The lamp once out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.
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The crow has flown away;
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.
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Watch birth and death:
The lotus has already
Opened its flower.
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Plum flower temple:
Voices rise
From the foothills.
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On New Year's Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.
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