A Pine Tree in My Garden
As the autumnal gale, blowing,
Shakes the trunk,
Needles fall in the scouring-rush.
Mushroom Gathering
In color and in scent
Lovely are the gathered mushrooms.
Tenderly I put them in my basket
That they be not broken nor crushed.
Mount Fuji
On a pillow of blue clouds
Clad in silvery snow,
The guardian deity of Mount Fuji
Lies forever asleep.
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