“Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water”
“How much I desire!Inside my little satchel,the moon, and flowers”
“Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread,insects singing.”
“Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.”
“Sadly, I part from you;Like a clam torn from its shell,I go, and autumn too.”
“Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto”