summer grasses
all that remains
of warriors dreams

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The autumn moon is bright;
Sea-waves whirl up to my gate,
Crested silvery white

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scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun

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None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening

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Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!

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From all directions
Winds bring petals of cherry
Into the grebe lake

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Wrapping dumplings in 
bamboo leaves, with one finger 
she tidies her hair 

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With dewdrops dripping, 
I wish somehow I could wash 
this perishing world 

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overhanging pine...
adding its mite of needles
to the waterfall

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A lovely spring night 
suddenly vanished while we 
viewed cherry blossoms

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The temple bell stops.
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers

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Searching storehouse eaves, 
rapt in plum blossom smells, 
the mosquito hums 

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Wet with morning dew
and splotched with mud, the melon
looks especially cool

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Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors