I wish I were close
To you as the wet skirt of
A salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.
Akahito
The white chrysanthemum
Is disguised by the first frost.
If I wanted to pick one
I could find it only by chance.
Oshikochi No Mitsune
The deer on pine mountain,
Where there are no falling leaves,
Knows the coming of autumn
Only by the sound of his own voice.
Onakatomi No Yoshinobu