Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.

No Matter Where Your Interest Lies, You Will Not Be Able To Accomplish Anything Unless You Bring Your Deepest Devotion To It.