Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die