new moon -
out of the fragrance of damsons,
nightingale's warble


cloudless sky
the wind swaying the ears
of flowering flax


weeping willow -
instead of leaves,
raindrops


distant mountains -
through the blue haze,
ruins of a castle


All Souls' Day -
over the old grave,
a wingless angel


transl. by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

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