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In this world

In this world

we walk on the roof of hell,

gazing at flowers.

 

 

by Kobayashi Issa

 

 

In this world

we walk on the roof of hell,

gazing at flowers.

 

* * *

 

With my father

I would watch dawn

over green fields.

 

* * *

 

That pretty girl--

munching and rustling

the wrapped-up rice cake.

 

* * *

 

His death poem:

 

A bath when you're born,

a bath when you die,

how stupid.

 

 

 

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