Cherry blossoms ~
ploughing near the paddy field
all their stamens in full view
Snails mating
piercing each other's flesh
A firefly
illuminates
another firefly, dead
Plum tree's red flowers ~
a ball of air
comes out of a box
Having caught only water
the winter weever fishing man
goes home empty-handed
A swallow rises ~
my bowels
grow old first
The highest
is this large butterfly
with sleepy wings
Death is coming
some laugh under the plum trees
very loudly
In this world of dreams
I grow onions ~
solitude
Translation: Gilles Fabre