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I.

Foothills beneath
a deepening pall of snow
as twilight falls.

Far away in a cedar grove
the muffled boom of a bell.

II.

As darkness falls,
swollen with stormy winds
it spits the moon:
the looming peak of autumn
pines chill along the crest.

III.

Invisible as the wind to the eye,
the mountain echo from the sky.

In everything
is and is-not are wholly
a matter of form.

IV.

Soul mad with longing
wanders off into the sky.

A crow shrieks—
before the moon of a frosty night
I lie alone.

  — Shinkei (1406 – 1475), Japanese Poet-Priest