If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only Nine Days Old - / These Fields And Mountains!

Every Moment Of Life Is The Last, Every Poem Is A Death Poem.

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

Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond, A Frog Jumped Into Water - A Deep Resonance.

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