I will wait

until my tears are poised to fall
lined -up like drops on a tree

I will wait for you
under the snow white moon

geese will fly away
they have survived on night's linen

A few old women will leave for
the mountains to die- - - - - -

and I will leave
but I will return

a hundred year old pine on your path
the dark spirit of the woman you loved…

Translated by J.C. Todd