| Winter night, A: the moon, clear beyond a leafless tree |
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| Away from home: over the dewdrops fragile on my pillow |
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| Opening on plum twigs in the unfaded snow |
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| With spring manifest on moss-grown |
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| Be a guide — this is a boat rowing in the traceless waves |
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| Oppressing all, sunken in autumn sorrows |
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| I broil shrimp and play with my illness |
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| Calls of a clapper rail far into the night |
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| Over the shingled roof the shower has passed |
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| The Clear-toned cicadas have exhausted their voices |
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