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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.
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Flower Interest Tree
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
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
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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Enough Hide Order See
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.
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Knowledge Nature Tree Wisdom
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Traveler’s heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
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Fire Heart Place Travel
Breaking the silence Of an ancient pond, A frog jumped into water – A deep resonance.
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Break Deep Frog Resonate Silence Water
All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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Friendship Moon Ugly View
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
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
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
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Face Flower God Myself See

Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

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