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There’s nothing more to see:
Snow in the nandin’s leaves
And, under it, the red-eyed
Rabbit lies frozen.

I’ll place everything on
Your eyeballs, the universe.
There’s nothing more to see:
Nandin berries are red, snow white.

The rabbit hopped twice in the cool
Breeze and everyone disappeared,
Leaving the barest scent.
The horizon curves endlessly

And now there’s no more light
Around the rabbit’s body.
Suddenly your face
Is large as the universe.

– Shinkichi Takahashi, translated by Lucien Stryk