Also, thanks to Chris for reminding me of the work of Hagiwara Sakutaro.
Here is a prose poem by Hagiwara Sakutaro:
Coming back from a forest I took off my hat and discarded it. Ah memory. Memory terribly torn apart. Memory that had rotted in miserable, muddy water. My hat trembling on the road in a lonely rainy landscape. I discarded it behind me and walked on.
From Howling at the Moon: Poems and Prose of Hagiwara Sakutaro, translated by Hiroaki Sato, Green Integer 57.