Author Hiroaki Sato FIRST HALF On the bamboo grass snow falls and piles up this winter night; what a delight to dance! SECOND HALF Since the age of freshly made fences and the gods, we've held the leaves of bamboo grass and danced! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments