Santoka Taneda Poems

flowing with water
I walked down to the village
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the sunlight freely reflects off
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sleeping on a soft futon
I dream of my native village
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No more houses to beg from;
the clouds cover the mountains
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silently
I put on
today’s straw sandals
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The wind in the pines
morning and evening
carries the sound of the temple bell
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there is nothing else I can do;
I walk on and on
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on the water
the reflection
of a wanderer
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looking at the mountains
all day no need
to put on my kasa
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the milky way
at midnight
a drunkard dances
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the breeze from the mountains
in the wind bell
makes me want to live
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