the two or three left behind turn to ripe persimmons — clouds coming and going
nokosareta futatsu mitsu ga jukushi to naru kumo no yukiki
1936–1937 · At the Gochūan hermitage
Sōmokutō · A Landscape of Weeds (Zassō fūkei)
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Two or three persimmons left unpicked ripen to softness up on the branch. Beyond them, clouds pass slowly back and forth. Fruit that ripens on, taken by no one, and clouds that never cease their drifting. A poem gazing up at the deepening of autumn.