1903
Spring Rain
What peace and comfort
The spring rain, pattering, brings!
My thoughts hover on the banks
Of a stream in my native village
Where oft I fished for crabs.
Frogs
As I grind the tea,
In the pool within my hedge,
Frogs croak this spring night.
Tempted by their cries
I pause in my grinding of tea
And think about a new poem.
Early Summer
Some horse-beans
I chanced to plant in my garden;
Now their pods are growing fat;
Summer has come.
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