Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green. The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut husks. A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry. Translated by Geoffrey Bownas And Anthony Thwaite Submitted by shasta
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