“before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow”
“Even in warmestglow how cold my shadow”
“On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting”
“Arise from sleep, old cat,And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love”
“Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories”
“In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends”