from Chapter 3
Bamboo sweeps across the stairs,
But no dust rises
For 'tis but a shadow
The shadows of a spring night blend and blur,
But there amidst the blossoms I feel sure
A woman stands.
from Chapter 11
Turn your face up—two, three,
And count—four, five,
The stars in the spring sky—six, seven, eight...
Natsume Soseki (1867 - 1916) Japan
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