They put wild olive and acanthus up With tufts of yellow wool above the door When a man died in Greece and in Greek Islands, Grey stone by the blue sea, Or sage-green trees down to the water's edge....
I'm a girl of Ke-Mo village Selling my rice wine on the road. Mine is the strongest rice wine in the land, Though my bottle is so patched and dirty. These silly rags are not my body,...
Clear River twists nine times about Clear River; but so deep That none can see the green sand. You hear the birds about Clear River: Dik, dik, dik, dik, Diu dik.
My desires are like the white snows on Fuji That grow but never melt. I am becoming proud of my bad reputation; And the more men say, We cannot understand why she loves him, The less I care....
Her hands are filled with what I lack, And on her arms are pictures, Looking like files of ants forsaking the battalions, Or hail inlaid by broken clouds on green lawns. ...