Poem – No Exchange of Glances

No exchange of glances a barren beach

How I hate myself for it

Doesn’t he realize it

Heedless of distance , the fisherman

Coming and going on weary legs

Poem – The Colour of this Flower

He colour of this flower

Has already faded away

While in idle thoughts

My life goes by

 As I watch the long rains fall 

Poem – The Fisherfolk Live

The fisherfolk live

With in the bay, rowing boats

With out oars

They are all at sea how cruel the world

Where I am sunk in sadness

Poem – In this World

In this world

The living grow fewer

The dead increase

How much longer

Must I carry this body of grief ?

Poem – In Reality

In reality 

You must do it, I suppose

But even in my dreams, too

Hiding from prying eyes

To see you do that pains me so

Poem – Upon The Path of Dreams

Upon the path of dreams

My feet don’t rest

Constantly trailing to you, yet

In reality, a single glimpse

Not even that have I had of you 

Poem – Upon my Breast

Upon my breast

Floats a boat of heartbreak

And I have just embarked

There is not a single day when waves

Do not soak my sleeves.

Poem – Visible Colours

Visible Colours (invisible passions)

Fade from

This worlds

Human hearts

And flowers.

Poem – Without End

Without end

Do I think of you and so

Come to me  at night

For on the path of dreams at least,

There’s no one to disapprove

Poem – When my Desire

When my desire

Grows too fierce

I wear my bed clothes

Inside out

Dark as the night’s rough husk.

Poem – Was I Lost

Was I lost in thoughts of love

When I closed my eyes ?

He appeared, and 

Had I known it for a dream 

I would not have awakened

Poem – In my Desolation

In my desolation
I am as duckweed:

Cut my roots and

Take me away-would the water do it,

I should go, I think. 

Poem – I Long For Him Most

I long for him most 
during these long moonless nights. 

I lie awake, hot, 

the growing fires of passion 

bursting in my heart.
Another translation by Kenneth Rexroth:
You do not come 

On this moonless night. 

I wake wanting you. 

My breasts heave and blaze. 

My heart burns up.
Another translation:
I would meet him

But there’s no way, so on this moonless night

From my yearning the embers of my love

Send sparks leaping in my breast,

Setting my heart aflame. 

Poem – How Sad

How sad, 

to think I will end 

as only 

a pale green mist 

drifting the far fields. 

Poem – How Hollow

How hollow
Are tears upon a sleeve

In gemlets;

For mine cannot be dammed

As a surging flood! 

Poem – Fisher Folk

Fisher folk live
In villages; where

I know not, yet

Constant complaints to see the shore

Are all he seems to say. 

Poem – Feeling

Feeling:
This thing-most of all-is

The world of men’s

Unbreakable

Bond. 

Poem – Blossoms Blooming

Blossoms blooming
Yet making no seed are

The sea-god’s

Garlanded

Whitecaps offshore. 

Poem – Atop This Crag

Atop this crag
I am to spend a traveller’s night;

So cold!

Your robes of moss,

Won’t you lend me? 

Poem – As I Dozed

As I dozed
The man I love

Appeared, so

It is dreams that

Have begun to comfort me