“How much I desire!Inside my little satchel,the moon, and flowers”

“Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.”

“Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread,insects singing.”

“Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.”

“In the end, without skill or talent, I've given myself over entirely to poetry. Po Chu-i labored at it until he nearly burst. Tu Fu starved rather than abandon it. Neither my intelligence nor my writing is comparable to such men. Nevertheless, in the end, we ALL live in phantom huts.”

“The journey itself is my home.”

“Sadly, I part from you;Like a clam torn from its shell,I go, and autumn too.”