A cicada shell;
it sang itself
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Bush warbler: shits on the rice cakes
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Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping—
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a cuckoo cries
and through a thicket of bamboo
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The summer grasses
All that remains
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scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
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O Matsushima!
O Matsushima!
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None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
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Snowy morning--
one crow
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As they begin to rise again
Chrysanthemums faintly smell,
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A man, infirm
With age, slowly sucks
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husking rice
a child squints up
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the warbler sings
among new shoots of bamboo
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the whole family
all with white hair and canes
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The clouds come and go,
providing a rest for all
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souls' festival
today also there is smoke
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Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
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I like to wash,
the dust of this world
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On Buddha's deathday,
wrinkled tough old hands pray –
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Wrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger
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Morning and evening
Someone waits at Matsushima!
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How wild the sea is,
and over Sado Island,
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The she cat -
Grown thin
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A wild sea-
In the distance over Sado
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Passing through the world
Indeed this is just
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Scarecrow in the hillock
Paddy field --
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A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
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shaking the grave
my weeping voice
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The banana tree
blown by winds pours raindrops
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under my tree-roof
slanting lines of april rain
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