A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist
- Matsuo Bashō, Four Haiku
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
- Emily Dickinson, Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
- Matsuo Bashō, Temple Bells Die Out
Watch birth and death:
The lotus has already
Opened its flower.
- Natsume Sōseki, Watch Birth and Death
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
- Carl Sandburg, Fog
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run
- John Keats, To Autumn
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
- Alfred Tennyson, The Eagle
There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there
- Emily Dickinson, There is Another Sky
The lamp once out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.
- Natsume Sōseki, The Lamp Once Out
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
- Robert Frost, My November Guest
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
- Henry Scott-Holland, Death Is Nothing at All
All natural things both live and move
In natural peace that is their own;
Only in our disordered life
Almost is she unknown.
- Bessie Rayner Parkes, Peace