by Natsume Soseki
five-tired waterfall -
on each tire there are
red maple leaves
Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
the sky I see
seems full of
magnolia blossoms
The lamp once out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.
Now gathering,
Now scattering,
Fireflies over the river.
On New Year's Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.
The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.
when they strike the bell
these gingko leaves are falling -
Temple Kencho-ji
the dark blue
is relaxing at the beginning of autumn -
ikat from Iyo
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