（若葉に覆われた井の頭公園を涼しい風が吹きわたる。緑の
真っ只中で噴水が白い水しぶきをあげている。命が躍る五月！）

＊白波：立ち騒ぐ白い波、噴水

Some of my friends say they are fed up with my poems obsessed
with women and love. They advise me to write simpler odes
describing, say, the beauty of nature.
Yes, I agree.Then the above is a result. I sincerely confess I'm
deeply touched and inspired by the admirable phases of nature.
But I also think that so many other people must feel that way too,
perhaps even more than I do and may describe it much better than I do.
So, I sometimes wonder if it's worthwhile for me to write about nature.
Many times, after I write a poem like the above, I cannot but ask myself
" So what ? " Please tell me I'm wrong !