| The Gleaners walk toward where the sunlight is |
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| Spring rain: telling stories |
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| As the tides flow, in the rain |
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| I look around: humans like green stalks |
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| Chopping with an ax |
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| In the autumn dusk a woman |
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| The Bandit chief composes a tanka |
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| In the candlelight in my hand |
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| A Camellia drops and spills |
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| In the pear orchard someone stands |
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