Year's End Still In Straw Hat And

Friends Part Foreverwild Geese Lost In Cloud

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.