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April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

Year's End Still In Straw Hat And Sandals

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.