Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.

Learn the rules, and then forget them.

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.

All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.