House
At the end of the lonely footpath through the fields The house stood empty on its dirty hill. All round it pampas-grasses grew so thick It seemed half-sunken when the wind was......
Doll
When in the water from the well Clearly my reflection swam, I, that should not say it, said it: Golly, what a doll I am. Anonymous (perhaps 15th century)......
Ice Flowers
Along the valleys, here and there, Warm breezes pass to bring Small moistures from the winter's ice, A sprinkled glittering Which makes these shining water- drops The first......
Red Star Lily
In the dark base of a thicket On this summer-wasted land, Their scarlet showing unremarked, The red star lilies stand. To burn with love, and yet to be Not even noticed. Agony.......
Old Woman.
How could a woman old as I, An old old woman, come to be So dunced by love that puling tots Seem wise old men compared with me? Translated from the Japanese by Graeme Wilson......
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