Japanese Poems

these verses from a book i just bought are so good. they are just verses, not long poems, so each line i leave in between marks the separate poems.

by morning, the leaves
have fallen into silence,
the wind has finally parted,
like lovers after a night,
all talked out, now broken hearted

call it loneliness,
that deep, beautiful colour
no one can describe:
over these dark mountains
the gathering autumn dusk

from over the moors,
the wind stirs the pampas grass
along this narrow road,
and the evening sun grows cold,
and the autumn begins to close

without beginning,
utterly without end,
the mind is born
to struggle and distresses,
and dies - and that is emptiness

by a nameless stream -
small and very beautiful,
last night spent alone -
these broad desolate fields
in a harsh summer dawn

it's not a dewdrop -
it is only this old heart
settling on a flower.
but now it quakes and trembles
at each new breeze, every hour