“No trail to followwhere the teacher has wandered off-the end of autumn.”

“Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.”

“In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.”

“Standing still at dusk Listen . . . in far distances The song of froglings!”

“Of late the nightsare dawningplum-blossom white.”

“Walking a trail frees my mind to wander....”

“It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.”