LXXXV
No, the human heart
Is unknowable.
But in my birthplace
The flowers still smell
The same as always.
(Tsurayuki)
XLII
When I went out in
The Spring fields to pick
The young greens for you
Snow fell on my sleeves.
(The Emporor Koko)
~ translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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