In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

“Standing still at dusk Listen . . . in far distances The song of froglings!”

“Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.”

“Of late the nightsare dawningplum-blossom white.”

“No trail to followwhere the teacher has wandered off-the end of autumn.”