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

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

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

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

“Ganjin of Sho ¯daiji Temple endured seventy adversities in his attempts to come to Japan from China. He is said to have lost his sight due to the salt wind blown into his eyes. Worshipping at his sacred image: with a young leaf I would wipe the tears from your eyes”

“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.”

“Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.”