Only beyond the still grey shoji

For the breadth of innumerable countries,

Is the sea with ships asleep

In the blue-black starless night.

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[66]

 Distant Coasts

A squall has struck the sea afar off.

You can feel it quiver

Over the paper parasol

With which she shields her face;

In the drawn-together skirts of her robes,

As she turns to meet it.

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[67]

 On the Banks of the Sumida

Windy evening of autumn,

By the grey-green swirling river,

People are resting like still boats

Tugging uneasily at their cramped chains.

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