Under the moonlight (Masaoka Shiki Poems)
Under the moonlight, cuckoo cried as if it coughed up blood.The sad voice kept me waking up,the cry reminded me ...
Under the moonlight, cuckoo cried as if it coughed up blood.The sad voice kept me waking up,the cry reminded me ...
the plaintain at the veranda's edgeunfolds its coiled leaves,its jewels,and veils the water basinin five feet of green (Masaoka Shiki)
In the spring chill,as I slept with sword by pillow,deep at nightmy little sister came to mein dreams from home. ...
on the pine needles,each of the slender needles,a dewdrop rests-a thousand pearls liequivering, yet never fall (Masaoka Shiki)
to every needleof the needled pine it clings-the pearl white dew,forming but to scatter,scattering but to form (Masaoka Shiki)
saw the countryand returned-now deep at nightI lie in bed andfields of mustard flowersbloom before my eyes (Masaoka Shiki)
ki o tsumiteyo no akeyasukikomado kanathe tree cut,dawn breaks earlyat my little window(Masaoka Shiki)
I remember pluckingbuds of bush cloverlong ago withSatsuma geta on my feet anda walking stick in my hand (Masaoka Shiki)
I do not know the daymy pain will end yetin the little gardenI had them plantseeds of autumn flowers (Masaoka ...
a quart of phlegm-even gourd watercouldn't mop it uptan ittohechima no mizu moma ni awazu (Masaoka Shiki)
the nettle nuts are falling…the little girls next doordon't visit me these days(Masaoka Shiki)
two feet tall,the crimson-budded roses,their young thornstender inthe soft spring rain (Masaoka Shiki)
The manI used to meet in the mirroris no more.Now I see a wasted face.It dribbles tears. (Masaoka Shiki)
in memory ofthe spring now passingI drewthe long clusters of wisteriathat move like waves (Masaoka Shiki)
curtains drawn,the emperor's lovestill lies abed-on crimson peonies,the morning sun shines (Masaoka Shiki)
the bucket's waterpoured out and gone,drop by dropdew drips like pearlsfrom the autumn flowers (Masaoka Shiki)
Winter moonlight;The shadow of the stone pagoda, The shadow of the pine-tree. (Masaoka Shiki)
moon at twilight,a cluster of petals fallingfrom the cherry tree(Masaoka Shiki)
The snake gourd blossoms.My throat blocked with phlegm,I am already a Buddha.(Masaoka Shiki)
On how to singthe frog school and the skylark schoolare arguing.(Masaoka Shiki)
The wild geese take flightLow along the railroad tracksIn the moonlight night(Masaoka Shiki)
entangled withthe scattering cherry blossoms-the wings of birds!(Masaoka Shiki)
One by oneletting the cool breeze through:finger holes of the flute(1893)(Masaoka Shiki)
The desolation of winter;passing through a small hamlet,a dog barks.(Masaoka Shiki)
sponge gourd has bloomed choked by phlegm a departed soul(Masaoka Shiki)
the gourd flowers bloom,but look-here liesa phlegm-stuffed Buddha!(Masaoka Shiki)
getting a shave!on a day when Ueno's bellis blurred by haze…(Masaoka Shiki)
crimson plum blossomsscattered over the lonelinessof the bed…(Masaoka Shiki)
In the coolnessof the empty sixth-month sky…the cuckoo's cry. (Masaoka Shiki)
Oppressive heat —My whirling mindListens to the peals of thunder.(Masaoka Shiki)
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