Tag Archives: leaves

call

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I hear the stag’s pathetic call
Far up the mountain side,
While tramping o’er the maple leaves
Wind-scattered far and wide
This sad, sad autumn tide.

Sarumaru no Dayū

sun

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The sun goes down—
but evening light remains
in the leaves.

Nijō Yoshimoto

way

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Which way to turn?
Winds in the autumn leaves,
snow in the pines.

Nijō Yoshimoto

shade

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Let plantain leaves
hang over my pillars —
the moon above my hut.

Matsuo Bashō

shade

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Let plantain leaves
hang over my pillars —
the moon above my hut.

Matsuo Bashō

red leaves

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The sun goes down—
but evening light remains
in the leaves.

Nijō Yoshimoto