Fifteen Poets of Modern Japan/Nobutsuna Sasaki
Nobutsuna Sasaki
1
At the forge,Where steel melts and flames flow,There they sang their song of love.
2
The good-looking kittensHave all been given away.Only one remains. . . .Spring is nearly over.
3
The sexton trudges slowly awayAnd does not look back.The bell-rope still swings.
4
When I see the rose-leavesThat the worms have eaten,I weep for the fateOf delicate women.