The Basis Of Art Is Change In

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

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.

From The Pine Tree, Learn Of The Pine Tree; And From The Bamboo, Of The Bamboo