More Issa Poems

A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.

In another world
Was I perhaps your cousin
Cuckoo?

The little sparrows
They open their mouths at the plum tree—
This too is worship.

Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!

Hell:
Bright autumn moon;
pond snails crying
in the saucepan.

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

The world of dew
is only the world of dew
and yet…and yet…

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