Don't know about the people
Approaching my village:
Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
are crooked.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Windy fall
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Kobayashi Issa
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