The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

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

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

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.