Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends