Ninety-Eight
When did she
become, and so
suddenly,
this woman, talking
of young men?
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Ninety-Six
I placed the skull
on a stump, saying,
"There. Now you
can see better."
Knowing this
was not so, and, shamed,
I stayed an hour,
seeing for the deer.
Ninety-Three
The rough-spoken
dory-boatman
surprises himself —
offering a drink
to me.
Ninety-Two
We stand together
looking to the hills.
We stand together
Looking to the sea.
Ninety-One
I caught crickets
at their singing —
then flung them
out far, to hear fish
rising to my gift.
Ninety
Know the meaning of
the dory-boatmens'
daily beaching
at full throttle,
risking all between
two waves.
Thirteen
The deepening river
flows toward sea:
we may here
sit together
without words.
Couples pass, smiling
despite hard rain.
Eighty-Nine
We two laughed
together, saying:
it would never do
in the house; we
are never silent!
At which thought
sudden silence.
Eighty-Eight
Who appeared
least concerned
longest stayed.
Eighty-Seven
Even as I came
to a suitable cliff,
clouds opened
to a hawk,
riding wind.
Eighty-Six
At midnight
the bobcat stepped
through ferns
to watch the
hickory-bark
fire with me.
84 Fujiwara no Kiyosuke Ason
If I long should live,
Then may present days
Be dear to me —
Just as past times, though filled with grief,
Gently return to mind.
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