2024-05-12 23:42:22 +00:00
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Though I heard
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Everyone goes this road
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Eventually
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I didn't expect that
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I'd be on it yesterday or today
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- Ariwara no Narihira, 880
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A flower of Sponge cucumber blooms
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Phlegm gets caught
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In the dead's throat
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- Masaoka Shiki, 1902
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There is no death;
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there is no life.
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Indeed, the skies are cloudless
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And the river waters clear.
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- Toshimoto, Taiheiki
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I wish to die
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in spring, beneath
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the cherry blossoms,
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while the springtime moon
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is full.
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- Saigyo, 1190
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Illusion appears, illusion ceases
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The biggest illusion among all is our body
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Once a pacified heart finds its place
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There's no such body to look for
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- Zheng Ting, 621
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Empty-handed I entered the world
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Barefoot I leave it.
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My coming, my going —
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Two simple happenings
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That got entangled.
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- Kozan Ichikyo, 1360
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Bury me when I die
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beneath a wine barrel
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in a tavern.
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With luck
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the cask will leak.
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- Moriya Sen'an 1838
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I wish I could enjoy,
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the rest of Spring,
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as the cherry blossoms are yet in bloom,
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in spite of the spring breeze
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which is attempting to blow off all their petals.
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– Asano Naganori, 1701
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To be saved from the chasm
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why cling to the cliff?
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Clouds floating low never know where the breezes will blow them.
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- Sengai Gibon, 1837
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Flash of steel stills me;
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calmness mirrors the ocean;
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I await the waves.
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*
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The death of blossoms;
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is not something to grieve on;
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but the way of things.
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- Asakura Sōteki, 1555
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The glory and prosperity of my life was as good as a single cup of sake.
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My life of forty-nine years is passed like a dream.
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I know not what life is; nor death.
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Both Heaven and Hell are left behind.
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I stand in the moonlit dawn; free from clouds of attachment.
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- Uesugi Kenshin, 1578
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2024-05-13 04:12:26 +00:00
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My whole life long I've sharpened my sword
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2024-05-12 23:42:22 +00:00
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And now, face to face with death
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I unsheathe it, and lo-
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The blade is broken-
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Alas!
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– Dairin Soto, 1568
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I borrow moonlight
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for this journey of a
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million miles
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- Saikaku, 1730
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Not knowing
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that my body lies
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upon Mount Kamo's rocks,
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my love
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awaits me.
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- Kakinomoto no Hitomaro, 707
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Overtaken by darkness
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I will lodge under
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the boughs of a tree.
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Flowers alone
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host me tonight.
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- Taira no Tadanori, 1184
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Like a rotten log
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half-buried in the ground-
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my life, which
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has not flowered, comes
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to this sad end.
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- Minamoto no Yorimasa, 1180
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Had I not known
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that I was dead
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already
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I would have mourned
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my loss of life.
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- Ota Dokan, 1486
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Since I was born
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I have to die,
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and so ...
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- Kisei, 1764
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Till now I thought
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that death befell
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the untalented alone.
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If those with talent, too, must die
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surely they make a better manure?
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- Morikawa Kyoriku, 1715
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One leaf lets go, and
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then another takes
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the wind.
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- Ransetsu, 1707
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I cleansed the mirror
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of my heart - now it reflects
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the moon.
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- Renseki, 1789
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Let them bloom or
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let them die-it's all the same:
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cherry trees on Mount Yoshino.
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- Rekisen, 1834
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Depths of cold
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unfathomable
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ocean roar.
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- Kasenjo, 1776
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A tune of non-being
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Filling the void:
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Spring sun
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Snow whiteness
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Bright clouds
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Clear wind.
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- Daido Ichi'i, 1370
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I raise the mirror of my life
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Up to my face: sixty years.
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With a swing I smash the reflection-
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The world as usual
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All in its place.
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- Taigen Sofu, 1555
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I cast the brush aside-
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from here on I'll speak to the moon
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face to face.
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- Koha, 1897
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The joy of dewdrops
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in the grass as they
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2024-05-13 20:09:01 +00:00
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turn back to vapor.
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2024-05-12 23:42:22 +00:00
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- Koraku, 1837
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The foam on the last water
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has dissolved
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my mind is clear.
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- Mitoku, 1669
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Still tied to the world,
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I cool off and lose
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my form.
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- Ozui, 1783
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Festival of Souls:
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yesterday I hosted them
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today I am a guest ...
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- Sofu, 1891
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Spitting blood
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clears up reality
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and dream alike.
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- Sunao, 1926
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I go back
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to the void where frost and snow
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won't bother me.
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- Tojaku, 1799
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My life was
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lunacy until
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this moonlit night.
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- Tokugen, 1647
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The owner of the cherry blossoms
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turns to compost
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for the trees.
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- Utsu, 1863
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