At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death: Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.
after her death: Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.

1763 - 1828/Male/JapaneseA poet and lay Buddhist priest known for his haikus and journals.
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Napping at middayI hear the song of rice planters
The man pulling radishespointed my way
******* in the snowoutside my door--
Writing **** about new snowfor the rich