Fifteen Poets of Modern Japan/Nobutsuna Sasaki

by 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 kittens
Have all been given away.
Only one remains. . . .
Spring is nearly over.

3

The sexton trudges slowly away
And does not look back.
The bell-rope still swings.

4

When I see the rose-leaves
That the worms have eaten,
I weep for the fate
Of delicate women.