Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck S Call Is Faintly White.

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.