[86]

 Grass

Grass moves in the wind,

My soul is backwards blown.

[87]

[87]

 A Landscape

Land, green-brown;

Sea, brown-grey;

Island, dull peacock blue;

Sky, stone-grey.

[88]

[88]

 Terror

Because of the long pallid petals of white chrysanthemums

Waving to and fro,

I dare not go.

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[89]

 Mid-Summer Dusk

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