Imperial Lake of the Rising Sun
A summer river being crossed
how pleasing
with sandals in my hands!
with sandals in my hands!
Light of the moon
Moves west, flowers' shadows
Creep eastward.
Moves west, flowers' shadows
Creep eastward.
In the moonlight,
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.
Yosa Buson (1716-1784)
