Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

The Fact That Saigyo Composed A Poem That Begins, "i Shall Be Unhappy Without Loneliness," Shows That He Made Loneliness His Master.

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

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.