The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

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.

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

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