Sunday, February 05, 2006

Tomorrow the Plum Blossoms

I must go there today—
Tomorrow the plum blossoms
Will scatter.

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A nightingale's song
Brings me out of a dream:
The morning glows.

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A single wish:
To sleep one night
Beneath the cherry blossoms.

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The mountain village:
Swallowed up by
A chorus of croaking frogs!

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Autumn's first drizzle:
How delightful,
The nameless mountain.

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Left behind by the thief—
The moon
In the window.

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Around my shuttered door,
Fallen pine needles:
How lonely I feel...

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Calling out to me
As they return home:
Wild geese at night.

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This old body of mine:
A bamboo buried
In the cold snow.

(—Ryokan, translated by John Stevens)

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—Medusa

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