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One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.
51
As the sun goes down,
a green melon splits open
And juice trickles out.
53
A sparrow's feather
On a barb of rusty wire
In the sizzling heat.
57
Sleety rain at night
Seasoning swelling turnips
With a tangy taste.
58
Heaps of black cherries
Glittering with drops of rain
In the evening sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
understands the potential of the form, obviously.