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Tanka (May Moon)
TANKA
TO ELIZABETH
Against the door dead leaves are falling;
On your window the cobwebs are black.
Today, I linger alone.
The foot-step?
A passer-by.
SPRING
Down the slope white with flowers,
Toward the hills hazy blue,
A butterfly
Floats away.
MAY MOON
Milky night;
Through the resting trees
A petal-
Falling.
STORM
Against the gulls that play in the gale
The black waves dart
White fangs
Tn vain.