Kenneth Rexroth - Poems from the Japanese lyrics

I wish I were close To you as the wet skirt of A salt girl to her body. I think of you always. Akahito The white chrysanthemum Is disguised by the first frost. If I wanted to pick one I could find it only by chance. Oshikochi No Mitsune The deer on pine mountain, Where there are no falling leaves, Knows the coming of autumn Only by the sound of his own voice. Onakatomi No Yoshinobu