sour chestnuts The Chestnut by the eaves In magnificent bloom Passes unnoticed By men of this world. though autumn winds blow it is still green bur of the chestnut The winds of fall are blowing, yet how green the chestnut burr. also green it should remain a thing the pepper pod at Nara the fragrance of chrysanthemums ancient Buddhas drinking morning tea the monk is peaceful the chrysanthemum blooms while growing thin without a reason the chrysanthemum bud white chrysanthemum catching in one's eye nary a speck of dust