| Chopping with an ax |
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| In the autumn dusk a woman |
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| The Bandit chief composes a tanka |
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| In the candlelight in my hand |
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| A Camellia drops and spills |
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| In the pear orchard someone stands |
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| Cold moon: amidst dead trees |
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| Leaving my gate, I too am someone |
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| Coming out of the dark of the short night |
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| Love in many forms |
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