KANAE

Nature

40 entries

  1. 030 The riper the rice ear, the lower it bows its head.
  2. 101 Over the moon, gathering clouds; over blossoms, wind.
  3. 102 Snow does not break the willow.
  4. 104 A mountain is not noble because it is tall.
  5. 106 The autumn sun drops like a well bucket.
  6. 109 The river flows on and on, and yet the water is never the same.
  7. 110 Snow is a letter sent from the sky.
  8. 111 Should we look at blossoms only in full bloom, at the moon only when it is clear?
  9. 126 One leaf falls, and we know autumn is coming to the world.
  10. 135 Plow when it shines, read when it rains.
  11. 136 Flowers, birds, wind, moon.
  12. 160 Old pond — a frog leaps in, sound of water.
  13. 161 Such stillness — the cicadas' cry sinks into the rocks.
  14. 162 Gathering the rains of June, how swiftly flows the Mogami.
  15. 164 Little sparrows, make way, make way! The horse is passing.
  16. 165 A morning glory has claimed my well bucket — I beg water next door.
  17. 167 The spring sea — all day long it swells and gently swells.
  18. 168 Field of rapeseed — the moon in the east, the sun in the west.
  19. 175 Blossoms last seven days.
  20. 181 Deep autumn — my neighbor, how does he live?
  21. 209 Summer grasses — all that remains of warriors' dreams.
  22. 211 Harvest moon — all night long I paced around the pond.
  23. 212 Mountain path — something quietly moving: a wild violet.
  24. 213 Wild sea — stretched over Sado Island, the River of Heaven.
  25. 214 Plum blossom scent — and suddenly the sun appears on the mountain path.
  26. 216 On a bare branch a crow has settled — autumn evening.
  27. 217 First winter rain — the monkey too seems to wish for a little straw coat.
  28. 218 How many cloud peaks have crumbled away — and here, the mountain under the moon.
  29. 220 Snow has melted — the village is full of children.
  30. 224 How delicious it looks, the falling snow — softly, fluffily down.
  31. 225 June rains — facing the swollen river, two houses.
  32. 227 A morning glory — one single bloom, the blue of a deep abyss.
  33. 228 The young leaves have buried everything — except, alone, Mount Fuji.
  34. 231 Cockscombs — there must be fourteen, maybe fifteen.
  35. 233 Summer gale — every blank page on the desk blown away.
  36. 234 However deep I go, and deeper still — blue mountains.
  37. 281 Snow, moon, flowers.
  38. 286 In spring, it is the dawn.
  39. 292 Coming out upon Tago Bay, I see: on Fuji's high peak, white, the snow still falling.
  40. 299 The country is broken; mountains and rivers remain.