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For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

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Old dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
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Dark Expectation Old Sleep Water
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.
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Beginning Lonely Master Myself Poem
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
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Eat Fast Glory Morning Myself
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
At the ancient pond the frog plunges into the sound of water.
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Pond Sound Water
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
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Empty Intimate Relationship Unique Universe
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
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Existence Plant Rope Twisted
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World

For this lovely bowl let us arrange these flowers since there is no rice.

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