Learn the rules, and then forget them.
Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die