I cough and am still a lone
A train speeds a mounta in fi re
Quietl y, a pl ectrum, left on the straw ma ttress
Chrysanthemums have a ll withered , a bit o f th e sea is visibl e
Along the fl ow I wa lk and stop
Seaweed screens, it turns into w ind and snow, someone's on the
boa t
Tri ed to ho ld the dragonfl y by the ta il , and fa il ed
They've fini sh ed sowing whea t, aro und the hut
Back from the graveyard, I'm still a lone
In love, at age forty, p ampas grass
Wha t a round moon has come out, th e w indow
Las t ni ght its bo ttom fell out , the di pper, the morning
After the wind calms, p ine needl es fa ll
I know the eyes in th e snowed hood
I'm the onl y one who passed it, th e winter-was ted stone bridge
After looking a t th e crimson leaves in th e grove, I go visiting
