Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)
ryokan
poetry
Izumi Shikibu
Out of the dark,
Into a dark path
I must now enter:
Shine on me from afar
Moon of the mountain fringe.
~Izumi Shikibu (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
issa
separation
among butterflies too…
white gang, yellow gang
~Issa (cited: www.haikuguy.com)
yesterdays
becoming a walking stick
little bamboo
at the peak of youth
~Issa (www.hakiuguy.com)
cache la poudre river
the rivers have
an ancient darkness…
cuckoo
~Issa (www.haikuguy.com)
waiting
The temple bell roused me from dreams
And waiting for the starlit dawn
The night, alas! was long as are
One hundred autumn nights.
~The Sarashina Diary (cited: Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
wandering wind
Even this wandering wind among the pines of the mountain-
I’ve heard that it departs with murmuring sound.
The Sarashina Diary (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
dreaming dreams
The night opens and I cannot sleep,
Yet, I am dreaming dreams,
And, loving them, the moon I do not see.
~Izumi Shikibu, 976-1030 (Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan)
whimsical
summer night
In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home?
~ Kiyohara no Fukayabu (cited: Ogura Hyakunin Isshu)
a bicycle built for two
“on your left,” I heard
on a bicycle built for two
youth passing me…bye
beyond
a lightning flash
soaked in green glaze
far beyond the field
~Kuroda Momoko (trans: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
a meditative journey 
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