see how the wild roses bloom
within forbidding fences!
– Shida Yaba (1663-1740), loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I want love splashing
To your voice like wet children
Playing in the stream.

Eros harrows my heart:
a wind on desolate mountains
uprooting oaks.

The geese fly off..
and it comes to me
that I am still here.
– H.F. Noyes

I finish my tea
The cup still full
of warmth
– Philomene Kocher