Path of a Comet
How forlorn was my heart
When I went out to see
The faintly white milky way
And heard a cuckoo wail!
How tiresome the guest
Who talks unceasingly
About the little birds!
Let him be a bird right away.
With the lightness of radiance
That envelops the sky,
The white ears of the pampas grass
Cover the autumnal hills.
The cuckoo puts down with her song
All the other singing creatures—
The multitudinous birds,
The cicades, and the bull frogs.
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