His poetry is sublime. He is the Great Fool. He fell in love when he was in his 70's. Now that's cool.
Blending With The Wind
Blending with the wind, Snow falls; Blending with the snow, The wind blows. By the hearth I stretch out my legs, Idling my time away Confined in this hut. Counting the days, I find that February, too, Has come and gone Like a dream.