If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.