An insect moves
ripples appear
in number on the water
Full stop
of the snail
inside its shell
The kite's thread ~
disappears in the sky
shows up on the finger
No tracks in the stream ~
where I swam
with a woman
The lily she's holding
when passing
left its scent here
Spring fog ~
one can only see the hand
of the big clock
In daylight I saw
an ant
it's haunting me tonight
Under the fiery sky
faraway, a sail, in my soul
a sail
Spring tide ~
inside all my body
the boat siren
Withered grass
up to the eyes
of the praying mantis
Translation: Gilles Fabre