461 521 Entering my town Just enough of snow In a heavy fall of snow, To make you look carefully I feel a stranger. At familiar streets. 468 526 I have lost my way The arriving In a strange town at night, All decorated with snow – A sky of old cold stars. From another town. 477 530 On a bayonet, My shadow was sad And beyond the barbs of wire, When I took it from the sand – a spring moon at dawn. Of the gleaming beach. 481 552 Shut in the ice box, A small spring island A cricket chirps sleepily Is being measured by a In an alien winter. Ribbon of ship smoke. 482 554 At a funeral, The summer rainstorm Strands of spider webs Drenches chickens in the fields, On coffin flowers. Making them smaller. 500 555 The stadium: So cold it is now Every seat is taken That the moon is frozen fast By whirling snowflakes. To a pine tree limb. 504 556 Across the table cloth, The big light in the fog Ants are dragging a dead fly Was but a little lantern In the evening sun. When we came to it. 518 559 Creamy plum blossoms: In this tiny pond Once upon a time there was The big lake in which A pretty princess... I swam as a boy?
461 Entering my town In a heavy fall of snow, I feel a stranger. 468 I have lost my way In a strange town at night, – A sky of old cold stars. 477 On a bayonet, And beyond the barbs of wire, – a spring moon at dawn. 481 Shut in the ice box, A cricket chirps sleepily In an alien winter. 482 At a funeral, Strands of spider webs On coffin flowers. 500 The stadium: Every seat is taken By whirling snowflakes. 504 Across the table cloth, Ants are dragging a dead fly In the evening sun. 518 Creamy plum blossoms: Once upon a time there was A pretty princess... 521 Just enough of snow To make you look carefully At familiar streets. 526 The arriving All decorated with snow From another town. 530 My shadow was sad When I took it from the sand Of the gleaming beach. 552 A small spring island Is being measured by a Ribbon of ship smoke. 554 The summer rainstorm Drenches chickens in the fields, Making them smaller. 555 So cold it is now That the moon is frozen fast To a pine tree limb. 556 The big light in the fog Was but a little lantern When we came to it. 559 In this tiny pond The big lake in which I swam as a boy?
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