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" Not a bird singing, the mountain is all the more quiet " :
A noise: a scarecrow fell by itself

Meeting Etsujin:
A handsome face drinking water — this autumn moon

In the heat haze a fox lets her cubs play

I try to call him back, but the carp vendor's no longer visible in hail-stones

From the porch, in various ways, fallen leaves

Fording a stream I stop and peer at weed flowers

" I must go now, goodbye, " said the god of night: I touched the skirt of his kimono, my hair became wet

" I don't want to take a beautiful bud, " said the god, but now I've done what I wanted to

Living alone:
I hug myself and again it's hard to breathe in the cold of night

Today's moon — if there were another, a fight would surely ensue