| In the Second Month, on the twenty-sixth |
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| The Hushed night deepening, I can't take to my pillow |
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| Away for long from a tub of sake |
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| I Happen to See |
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| On My Own Ink Paintings of Bamboo |
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| Walking along a River |
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| Summer Night |
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| Reciting poems, three or four li |
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| My age: seventy-four |
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| In my cold room, seeing your verse from thousands of li away |
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