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Woman

She comes each morning
with the sea on her head.

Fresh oysters for sale, fresh oysters!
She cries like the sunlight,

wrinkles rippling
though there isn't a puff of wind,

hands filled with thunderous storm clouds.

When will it rain,
when will it rain?

Her firm buttocks
are rolling breakers.

Faster than the dark,
lighter than a bird,

lovely, so lovely,
she strides beside the sun.

When Seasons Pass

That person's name escapes me now
but her eyes and her lips
remain in my heart.

Even when the winds blow,
even when the rains fall,
outside the window, I can't forget
that night of streetlight shadows.

When love passes
what remains of the past —
a lakeside on a summer's day,
a park in autumn,
on that park bench,
the leaves falling,
the leaves turning to dust,
covered with leaves,
though we say love disappears —
that person's name escapes me now
but her eyes and her lips
remain in my heart,

Ancient Temple

Tapping, tapping the carved wooden fish,
overcome by drowsiness,

the lovely young monk
has drifted into sleep.

As the Buddha wordlessly
smiles, just smiles,

along the thousand league western border

under a dazzling evening sky,
peonies fall and fall.