1900
A Song of a Cowherd
A cowherd impelled
To compose poems,
Quickens in the world
A marvelous new poetry.
The New Year
To a sickle and spade
Hung under the newly-thatched eaves,
I tied the festive straw strands
And welcomed the New Year.
Spring Rain
For two whole days
The spring rain has fallen,
And in the garden patch by my kitchen door,
The green spears of onions
Have lined themselves in rows.
Cherry Blossoms
When I look upon the cherry blossoms
That flash upon the hillside
In the gleam of the bright sun,
I think longingly of the age of the gods.
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