Last time,
I think,
I'll brush the fliesfrom my father's face
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I think,
I'll brush the fliesfrom my father's face
Translated by Robert Hass
The crowwalks along thereas if it were tilling the field
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Translated by Robert Hass
Not very anxiousto bloom,my plum tree
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Translated by Robert Hass
Not knowingit's a tub they're inthe fish cooling at the gate
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Translated by Robert Hass
That pretty girl—munching and rustlingthe wrapped-up rice cake
The man pulling radishespointed my waywith a radish
New Year's Day—everything is in blossom
I feel about average
I feel about average
