It creates a hearteven in those among uswho think of themselvesas indifferent to all things—the world. this first wind of autumn. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)
In a dream I sawthe winds of spring scatteringthe cherry blossoms—and after I woke, the soundwas still rustling in my breast. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)
This is what I want:to die in the springtime,beneath the blossoms—midway through the Second Month,when the moon is at the full. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)
That spring long agoat Naniwa in Tsu—was it all a dream?Now only dead leaves on the reedsrustle in the passing wind. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)
That one back homewhom I promised to think aboutwhen I saw the moon:on this night perhaps she toowill be soaking her sleeves with tears. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)
The pathway I markedwhen last year I made my wayinto Yoshino—I abandon now to visitblossoms I have not yet seen. Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology (1991)