How green the new maize
in the early morning sun;
a field mouse prepares.
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The cicada song
Filling up the whole forest,When I am away.
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Freshly cut bamboos,
Fragrant and ready to fence
The village pig sty.
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The wind on perfect
Hollow stems of bamboo--hear!
Hollow stems of bamboo--hear!
Sound of emptiness.
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Shadows of workers
Chopping down bamboos; I see
No heads falling off.
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