Spring rain
leaking through the roof
      dripping from the wasps’ nest.

(trans. Robert Hass)

Spring air —
woven moon
      and plum scent.

(trans. Lucien Stryk)

Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.

The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.

The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.

A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron’s cry.

(trans. Geoffrey Bownas And Anthony Thwaite)

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