Short Poems

Her hair the net of golden wire,
Wherein my heart, led by my wandering eyes,
So fast entangled is that in no wise
It can, nor will, again retire;
But rather will in that sweet bondage die
Than break one hair to gain her liberty.

HE WHO KNOWS not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool, shun him;
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child, teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep, wake him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise, follow him.

Darkness dispels,
and the moon shining clear
in my heart's sky
now seems to near
the western hills.

There shall always be the Church and the World
And the Heart of Man
Shivering and fluttering between them, choosing and chosen,
Valiant, ignoble, dark and full of light
Swinging between Hell Gate and Heaven Gate.
And the Gates of Hell shall not prevail.

Hearts , like doors, will ope with ease
To very, very little keys,
And don't forget that two of these
Are “I thank you” and “If you please.”

Trailing in the wind,
Fuji's smoke
fades into the sky
destination unknown,
just like my own thoughts!

Did I ever imagine
I would make this pass again
in my old age?
Such is life!
Sayononaka Mountain.

He that hath such acuteness, and such wit,
As would aske ten good heads to husband it;
He that can write so well that no man dare
Refuse it for the best, let him beware:
BEAUMONT is dead, by whose sole death appeares,
Wit 's a Disease consumes men in few yeares.

He that hath no mistress, must not wear a favour,
He that woos a mistress, must serve before he have her,
He that hath no bedfellow, must lie alone,
And he that hath no lady, must be content with Joan,
And so must I, for why alas my love and I am parted,
False Cupid, I will have thee whipt, and have thy mother carted.

He rose up on his dying bed
and asked for fish.
His wife looked it up in her dream book
and played it.