Long long ago, my mother’s tender care,
eagerly I think of it.
Held close within my mother’s clothing
there was a different kind of springtime.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y. Sawa & E. Shiffert
Gone down, I thought–
’til the moon emerged again
between clouds
~ Shua*
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*cited:
Haiku Before Haiku
Steven D Carter
ripples on water
mingling with ships and masts
an ever-changing canvas
A reflection of the harbor along Toronto’s waterfront
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OLD FORM
Did Chuang Chou dream
he was a butterfly,
Or the butterfly
that it was Chuang Chou?
In one body’s
metamorphoses,
All is present,
infinite virtue!
You surely know
Fairlyland’s oceans
Were made again
a limpid brooklet,
Down at Green Gate
the melon gardener
Once used to be
Marquis of Tung-ling?
Wealth and honour
were always like this:
You strive and strive,
but what do you seek?
~Li Po*
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submitted for this week’s photo challenge: Work of Art.
cited:
*Li Po and Tu Fu
Trans:Arthur Cooper
Same Dream, Same Mirror
We have dreamt the same dream
during many unraveling autumns;
one joy, one worry binds us.
…
We put on faces
before the same mirror:
our small flight of swallows
is secure. We hear
inmortal music
on ancient bronze bells.
…
~Chen Yinke*
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*source:
Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
As if nothing had happened
– the crow there
the willow here
~Issa
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