Grasses wilt: the braking locomotive grinds to a halt. ― Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Ceaseless chaos― ice floes clash in the Soya straits. ― Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Once they’ve crossed the sea, winter winds can never return. ― Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch (Written in October 1944 as Kamikaze pilots were flying out to sea.)
Banish the snow for the human torpedo now lies exploded. ―Yamaguchi Seishi (1901-1994), loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The sky hangs low over Karafuto, as white as the spawning herring. ―Yamaguchi Seishi (1901-1994), loose translation by Michael R. Burch